Death

[Cotswold Knight]

It’s not Death I’m worried about, what worries me is reincarnation knowing my luck I’ll come back as a United fan now that is terrifying

 

[idahoblues]

It’s not Death I’m worried about, what worries me is reincarnation knowing my luck I’ll come back as a United fan now that is terrifying

Go take a shower!

 

[Barcon]

Brian Patrick Carroll actually,

I might have a big crunch sandwich once every five years but that's about it.

 

[mikemcfc]

I might have a big crunch sandwich once every five years but that's about it.

But sweet tunes are a treat everyday.

 

[kaz7]

I’m more scared of the way I might die. Will it be really painful and drawn out....

I do believe in some kind of afterlife as well

I think it is the dying bit that freaks a lot of people out,like you say will it be painful,in my experience most deaths from illnesses are peaceful and you are normally out of it on morphine,trouble is that is usually the long drawn out way to go,it does give you chance to say your goodbyes and sort out stuff
My mum always thought she was a draw for people that had died,i saw my dad after he died,close up sat on the settee,i like to think their is an afterlife,although it depends if you have to live eternally with people you don't like !

so many questions

 

[Cheadle_hulmeBlue]

I think it is the dying bit that freaks a lot of people out,like you say will it be painful,in my experience most deaths from illnesses are peaceful and you are normally out of it on morphine,trouble is that is usually the long drawn out way to go,it does give you chance to say your goodbyes and sort out stuff
My mum always thought she was a draw for people that had died,i saw my dad after he died,close up sat on the settee,i like to think their is an afterlife,although it depends if you have to live eternally with people you don't like !

so many questions

Yea it’s what freaks me out. Some kind of accident or something like that kinda scares me. Especially when you watch some of those hospital AnE programmes.

I think most of us would like to go in our sleep. No one has any proof or not, but I’d like to think there is some afterlife and not just a void/nothing

 

[Kirkstall Blue]

We have to make way for the next generation and as someone pointed out earlier in the thread, we become star dust eventually. I like that idea and the hardest part for me will be leaving my kids and 4 grandchildren as well so I’ve been lucky enough to see them all grow and make something of themselves.

Scientists don’t usually believe in an afterlife and they know all about life and death how we are made, so although I had an awesome experience many years ago I’d rather hedge my bets just in case.

the sky at night is on tv so I’m off to watch it black holes and launching thousands of satellites to spoil the night sky, who owns it I think we all do?

 

[Bill Walker]

Yea it’s what freaks me out. Some kind of accident or something like that kinda scares me. Especially when you watch some of those hospital AnE programmes.

I think most of us would like to go in our sleep. No one has any proof or not, but I’d like to think there is some afterlife and not just a void/nothing

I firmly believe it's just like before you were born, ie. Nothing.
Everything dies in nature, even the Sun will die.

 

[ali benarbia's studs]

no fear of death. i believe in a god I just dont believe I need a man or institution to represent a god.

as for the afterlife, like in physics energy is neither created or destroyed..... I see it in the same vein.

 

[denislawsbackheel]

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed.

You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you.

And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freemen