Death itself doesn't bother me, I subscribe to the belief everything is cyclical - we go through various incarnations until we learn as much as we can in our earthly guises. From there, I dunno....

The process of dying, the protracted mortality aspect of it does bother me. I dread the prospect of a long, drawn out, undignified shuffling of this mortal coil. I don't want to linger with dementia or some cruel disease that renders me incapable of looking after my very basic functions. If it gets to that stage, I'm TOTALLY going to Switzerland and have the process "assisted".

My only other concern is that I won't have quality time to say "goodbye" beforehand if it IS that unexpected.

I just keep my fingers crossed that when I have to depart my earthly form, it will be quick and relatively painless.


YouTube - david bowie - my death

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"... I don't simply wash my hair, I make love to my hair, it is a process and it shows..."

I had to google MMORPGs because in my day we just called them RPGs.

I had a dream about your mother recently, I had meant to tell you. Perhaps her advanced age symbolizes death for me in my subconscious, and may god grant her many more years.

Thinking about death makes me giddy. I'd like to think of this life as dress-rehearsal for something more meaningful after I die. Maybe life is the wind -up to the punchline of death. That way, one day I'll be able to laugh at all the horrible mistakes I've made so far.

I'm just afraid that it'll be slow and painful.

Why do I care if it's painful? I dunno, cause it's not like it matters in the end anyways. Worm food is worm food.

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So I'm watching as his wings spread as wide as could be
Come on now and wrap them around me

I don't believe in heaven or hell or reincarnation or anything. I believe that when we die, we die. We exist on the planet like other animals, we just rule the world because our brains are superior to other species. Unless you think there is a doggy heaven.

Death is troublesome to think about. I feel like people who die and are laid to rest in cemetaries become no different from a family burying their dog in the backyard. Years go by and the people you know will soon die and then no one will remember who the hell you were and it's like...where's the point in existing? Which is why I'd love to do something or be somebody that will make the history books. Unforunately, that will probably never happen.

The act of dying is more troublesome. Sometimes I feel like I want to die and not feel a thing but then I feel like, how could someone like an x amount of years and then just vanish the next day? Here today, gone tomorrow.

I have a feeling I'm going to die in a horrible manner. It's nice to think I'll die in my sleep at 99 but you just don't know what could happen tonight or tomorrow or the next day.

I've thought about how cool it would be to see the year 5,000 or something in the distant future. But alas, I never will and it makes me a little sad sometimes.

This is depressing.

My grandpa says that people's wish for immortality is partially why we have children, to transfer a part of our existence into our offspring. I think there's truth to that.
As far my own philosophy goes, I cling onto to the simple principle that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. I think there's a chance some part of us carries on beyond death, recycle itself int he universal expansion somehow.