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[Not a Harem Heaven, It's a Yandere Hell]

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[In the Flesh]

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[Hudson Leick as Callisto in Xena, Warrior Princess]

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[Great British Bake Off]

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[Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu LOVE!]

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I'm worried this will be taken the wrong way, but if you don't believe in any chance of an afterlife, how do you deal with death? I have nothing against people who don't believe in an afterlife, I just wonder how it's looked at from that angle, when for me, I take comfort in believing my loved one is in a better place.

I heard this somewhere which made me okay with the possiblity of no afterlife. Life after death is going to be just like life before I was born. So, I won't exist and it will bother me just as much as it did before I was conceived/born.

AYRT - Well, really I'm referring to when you're in mourning or miss someone else who died.

For me they are just dead, I miss them terribly. But I don't believe they are anything but dead and that is okay. I probably deal with it the same way as you would, minus the afterlife thing. I think they aren't suffering anymore and that is better than suffering.

To me, I guess I think of it as... I guess to me, I feel that life is unthinkable without death. Death is the natural end to life; it's a part of being a human being to the extent that you can't even conceive of what it would be to be human without it. So I do get sad when someone I love dies. It's awful and you couldn't not get sad. But there's no way to avoid it, it's inevitable, and more than that, the death of someone I love is a part of them, I guess.

Not sure this makes any sense.

I don't really "deal" with death, and I don't like the idea of doing so. Death is a horrible thing. If you start treating it like it's not horrible, that lends itself to reducing the value of human life, or even treating death like it's a good thing.

I don't know that being accepting of death or acknowledging that it can be good in some circumstances always leads to dehumanization? I'm not challenging your personal feelings about death, just... I'm pretty comfortable with the notion b

I think of it as going to sleep forever. When I'm asleep, I don't know or care that I'm asleep, I don't wait anxiously to wake up. And a lot of the time, that does make it a better place to be. I suppose I sort of think of dying of old as as being tired enough to not need to wake up again.

Honestly, I have a hard time with it. The idea that someday my family will be dead and I'll never see them again is so depressing that I just have to shut the thought out of my mind whenever I think about it. I know that's not exactly healthy but I just can't deal with it. I WISH I believed that there was an afterlife and that we'd all be together again someday but no matter how hard I try I just can't/don't believe that.

I don't believe in an afterlife, and I guess the answer is... I deal with death the same way anyone else does?

My loved ones are also in a better place. They no longer exist. They no longer have emotions, they no longer feel pain or joy. They're gone. There's nothing bad about that. It's peaceful.

For me death is just a natural part of life, and, while it's awfully painful, I actually like the finality of it. I find that I actually don't like the idea of an afterlife, most likely because of how uncertain that seems to me. Death as our final destination is so much easier to me that all the questions and uncertainties the possibility of an afterlife gives me*. When we die that's it. We just cease to be.

I do however like how all that remains of us is the memories our loved ones carry with them. How they carry us forward and how it's usually the good things about a person that is remembered.

I feel I must say that everyone I've lost have been 60+ and most had been sick before dying. If I had known someone who had died really young or under tragic circumstances I might've felt differently.

*Like what would I be in the afterlife? Would I have the body I died in? If I died on some disease in my 80s would I have that frail old body or would I be in my ideal body/age? What is the afterlife anyway? Fluffy clouds? Damp and dark? An eternal state of positivity? Is it for eternity? Does everyone go to the same place? Is everyone who has ever died in the same place? What about animals?

There's just too many questions for me. Just ceasing to be seems more certain and comforting.

Badly, I guess? But having been suicidal, I have a weird relationship with death anyway. Death didn't want me when I wanted it, and I'm sure that in trn, death will want me when I don't want it, one day. I do resent my own mortality, and that of my loved ones, but nothing you can do really. I also dislike growing older, so maybe there will be a point I'll dislike m worn bod so much that I'm welcome death, who knows.

It's far more comforting to know that what I'm doing on the earth matters more than what I'll be doing after I'm done living. I'm living to live, not living to die.

And considering a lot of the arbitrary rules that come along with believing in an afterlife, you can't really be certain your loved ones are really enjoying a better afterlife... for me I'm comforted knowing my family is no longer suffering and there is no possibility that they are suffering further. I am comforted knowing that someday my molecules might mix with theirs one more time and in that small way we really will be together again regardless of what we did in life.

I'm Christian but I admit that I pick and choose what I like and don't like, and for most things I just don't claim to know either way. I don't know if there's an afterlife or not and the thought that there might not be doesn't bother me in the slightest (so it's always weird to me when people act like the comfort provided by the thought of an afterlife is the main reason religion is so popular).

I don't know if I can explain it. It just doesn't bother me. In this view, dead people don't have any consciousness anymore so they can't be in any pain or discomfort at all so why worry about them?

Mostly by being terrified when I think about it, tbh. Rationally, I know (or suspect pretty strongly given that I'm an agnostic atheist/can't prove I'm right) that when I die I won't know I'm dead because the squishy bit between my ears stopped working. Sometimes I envy people who believe in an afterlife and ghosts and stuff, but not the ones who are terrified of some kind of hell. At least all I fear is nothing. When my dad's parents died, I missed them and felt bad that they were in pain beforehand, but they both lived long full lives. It's harder when people die young, because although I hope I'm wrong I believe that's the only life they'll get.

I spent a lot of time when I was younger thinking about the idea of a personal afterlife and the nature of the soul. I eventually decided that there probably isn't a continuous "you" that survives, and if there were, it would be difficult-to-impossible-to-useless to try to differentiate it from a duplicate. So what does a resurrection in Heaven even mean?

BUT! The mass, energy, and spirit (whatever that means, and however much there is) that makes you up will still exist after you die, just in different forms. This is what we call conservation of mass & energy, and--as some Hindus who don't believe in the reincarnation of individual souls believe--it may well be true of "spirit" as well.

So while the form of "you"--as a particular organization of matter and energy and mind--won't exist; the substance will still be there and get to make new lives. And this is true, at least in the physical dimension, even if there is a Heaven.

So I decided to stop worrying about the personal afterlife, which probably doesn't exist and is unproven, in favor of thinking of the future of the world as the known after-my-life. New births will happen. Make sure they have a decent world.

This is more or less my thought process when it comes to death, too. I don't really believe in an afterlife as usually described by most religion - as a place or a static state of being - but I also don't believe that everything about us just winks out of existence, because that isn't actually how the world works. Things change shape, change nature and purpose, but nothing just ceases to be without a trace. Even when a star dies, its light continues to travel. While my awareness might vanish or change so drastically that it can no longer be qualified as "me", no matter what, something of me will always be here in some form or another. That comforts me.

The problem that I have with this, as presented here, is that it is difficult for me to believe in the existence of any kind of self-being or thing which is separable from the physical form that I have. That is to say, as far as I can see, everything that I am is attached in some sense to my body.

But your body is part of a larger ecosystem.

Legos don't disappear just because you dismantle the form you built with them.

Dying is usually painful, or drawn out, or in whatever other way terribly undignified. I'm thinking of my aunt right now. She died of cancer. She went into the hospital, and some organ had shut down. The last few days of her life were spent lying in a hospital bed in her parents' living room, unable to speak or get out of bed, or even lift her hand. Her sister washed her hair with a washcloth as a comforting gesture, and we played her some of her favorite music. She had a constant vigil over her, because it was only a matter of time. She had her family staring at her, crying over her, and she couldn't do anything but lie there.

I don't disbelieve in an afterlife, but I can only be hopeful that, if one exists, it's a happy one. But non-existence is still better than pain. Of course, I miss my aunt, my pets, my grandfather. But I don't grieve their death. I grieve the pain that came before.

I personally don't. The stuff that comforts other people about a lack of afterlife doesn't comfort me at all no matter how much I try to force it.

The thought of an afterlife is comforting, but... to be honest, even when I was a Christian, it always seemed like a fairytale people tell themselves. I don't believe in an afterlife, but it's not particularly scary. When I die, my consciousness will end. There's no pain, no suffering, no nothing. Sure, there's no good stuff or looking down your descendants either, but I'm not going to miss that because I won't be around.

In terms of mourning someone, when a loved one dies, they're gone. The most important part of them is with the people they left behind and all the memories we have. The reason I don't like the "they're in a better place" idea is because that feels really, really terrible when you look at the grieving families of people who died before their time. If my husband died and someone told me he was in a better place, I'd be hard pressed to keep from decking them. The best place for him is here with me. That's where he'd want to be, always. Being separated from me would be hell for him, no matter how nice the surroundings.

Death is something that happens. It's part of life.

When I was a Christian, I would tell myself I would see the people I loved again, but I wasn't 100% sure I would. Because what if they didn't make the cut? And what if I was wrong and animals really don't go to heaven?

And it wasn't all that much help, anyway, when I was missing them in that moment.

So: I think about the good things. The only afterlife we know we get is the people who remember us.

I remember them as they were in life and come to terms with the fact they are not around anymore.

There's nothing about taking comfort in it, just moving forward and the pain/sads fade and you remember all the good times instead.

I take time to focus on those around me and the world around me instead of some arbitrary 'new world' where they're somehow better off ( i cannot suspend any skeptical belief for that i'm afraid).

TBH it feels like I cheapen their life to make up some story about how they're better off in heaven or fretting if they're in hell cause of some life decision. Pretty disrespectful IMO. They had their time, for better or worse, and now they're gone and we all slowly move on.

Edited 2015-01-27 08:31 (UTC)

Meh. I'm okay with the idea of myself no longer existing. Sometimes I struggle with the same thought for my loved ones. Mostly I'm okay with it though. We all came from the stars, and one day we'll return there.

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