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Originally Posted by FAX
Interesting questions, Mr. Jenson71. Are you studying to become a serial killer, or something?
Personally, I am very comfortable with the idea of death. Much more so than with the idea of growing old and physically unable to easily function. I never expected to live past 25, so if I were to pass on today, I would be ready. In fact, our family was discussing this issue one day and I told my sister-in-law that I was fully prepared and ready and she said, "You're more full of shit than my first husband." ... a response which, even today, I proudly categorize as the greatest insult I've ever received. Nevertheless, it's true. There's a part of me that's actually eager to find out what's on the other side.
As for the mystery, I do believe in some form of "afterlife". I'm not sure what it is, but we are part physical matter, part energy, and part something else ... spirit of some kind. I don't believe that spirit dies as the body does. It's probably like water ... we evaporate and rise to join other water molecules only to regenerate and fall back into another reality once again.
As for funerals, the best ones I've attended involve lots of drinking and music. My preference for physical disposal would be to take my remains to the top of a hill, place them on a 200 pound pile of dynamite, and light the fuse. Were I to inadvertently splatter a few people I know, all the better.
FAX
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That's a wonderful outlook Mr. FAX.
All I know is that I was a hair's breadth from kicking the bucket for an extended period of time, and honestly, I've never felt so alone in my life. People talk about family staying with you until the end, well it's a great thought, but when you die, you do it alone, it's an awful thing to contemplate, especially when you've been lead to believe it's imminent.
Edit: That's a big downer, I'm doing fine these days.