Thoughts on Death
 

What are your thoughts on death? Poll forthcoming.

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To answer the question....He who fears death cannot enjoy life.

Frankly, I'm not looking forward to it.

My life has rarely been touched by death. My great grandmother died when i was 8. I bawled my eyes out at her funeral and I barely knew her. My paternal grandmother died when I was in my early 20's, and I hated going to the funeral. I didn't know her very well either. Sometimes when I'm driving, I'll see the horrific aftermath of an auto accident on a highway, and when i drive by it, rubbernecking, seeing a crushed car with lights flashing and knowing people just died, I get extremely affected, pondering what life really means when it ends quickly without notice. I don't understand death, and it rarely touches my life, but I think about it at weird times, and really, I'm inconclusive as to what it means.

You should really contract your polls out to Rainman. He's got the science of it down.

And I'm pretty much not concerned about death; but I'd like to live as long as possible.

I heard there was going to be a poll.

Poll is now available! Remember: it is NOT public and you CAN vote for more than one thing! (But please don't vote for contradictory things. That will just mess everything up.)

If the Chiefs lose Sunday, i'll be bumping this thread in my sorrow ...?

Don't think much about it, not frightened by it, don't believe in any afterlife.

(When I say I'm not frightened by it, I mean just in terms of being dead. I am frightened of things like dying a painful or slow death. When I go, I want to go in my sleep, or go so fast that I won't even know).

Unfortunately, that almost never happens. It's usually drawn out and painful.

Terrified. I don't really know what will happen once I die. If there is no heaven or hell it would just be nothingness.:(

My great aunt lived to 105. On her 100th birthday she said to me, "Johnny, living this long isn't all it's cracked up to be." She was ready to go then. She lived another five years and was sharp as a tack mentally. Everyone that was her peer/friend was gone and she only had people in our family that were much younger. We celebrated birthdays with her and brought her to family functions, but I truly believe she felt out of place (she wasn't) even thought we loved her dearly. She didn't speak English very well either, so if you weren't around her for years it was hard to understand her and I think that was a barrier to the young family members. She was awesome. And no, I'm not afraid of death one bit. She taught me that.

Mixed feelings about death because sometimes I love and hate life.

The times that I love life I cherish the moments Im here and think of this tremendous gift we have. When Im in that state of mind, I have this desire to think of life as a long lasting gift.

On the other hand, the times Im feeling down, beat, and miserable, I think to myself couldn't it come any sooner? Why suffer, why experience the pain? I know this sounds cowardly, but Im not ashamed to admit it. Its crazy on how a state of mind be it good or bad has an impact on ones thoughts.

No real feelings on it except don't want it to be long drawn painful process. I do want my funeral to be a party though with an open bar.

I honestly have to say my friend this leads to the question that you, myself and the other millions of people across the world have wondered. The ultimate question, what happens after death? We will never know, and there is absolutely no way we'll find out. One of lifes greatest mysteries.