What happens after we die..

people fight over your stuff and then throw you in a hole. unless you have a will then they complain at what they get and throw you in a hole.

Collin wrote:

Or they burn you and throw you in a hole.

oops forgot that one.

Collin wrote:

Until they die anyway...

But I agree, my grandfather taught me so much and I'm really sorry I didn't have the change to get to know him as a man. He died when I was 15.

But he has influenced me so much, and his wisdom, his character... lives on in me. And I hope that I can one day influence someone else... and that's enough for me. I don't need to be remembered forever.

the only memory i got about my grandpa is once when i was a kid. my cousins and i were running outside to play. my grandpa got a hold of me as soon as i was heading out. he pulled me into the living room, sat me next to him, leaned my head against his belly and he rubbed his hands through my fingers. and held me there for about 10 min and kept telling me, "that's my boy. you're gonna be strong. strong like your daddy." i was about 8 yrs old... my grandpa was about 86. he died about the next two years....

even though it's the only memory i got of him.... from the stories i hear about him he was a very passive man and always wanted peace within our family. (even though my family is crazy as hell and are always fighting). so i can sort of associate with your experience with your grandfather. it's as if i knew my grandfather longer.

GraySaturday wrote:

I have these panic attacks you are talking about. I start to think about not being here anymore, and the world just going on and existing normally without me and all of the things that I will miss out on, and all of the things I will never see. And I keep thinking deeper and deeper, and then I can't breath well anymore and my head starts to throb, and yeah I pretty much go into some weird self induced panic attack.

Its means a lot more to me, but I can't really put it into the right words. I just hope I live long enough to be the person I want to be. I'm not sure I believe fully in second chances.

i used to do this often enough in my younger years. i still freak myself out from time to time, thinking of my non-existence. the idea of no longer *being* is a trippy thing, and not something i look forward to. granted, the idea of living forever isn't actually appealing either, nless we can all stay young and strong, and not age and become so frail/vulnerable....but even with that, i think....it's just not meant to be. we all have a season on this earth, and as sad as it is to imagine our own individual non-existence....it is what it is. so, i really try not to dwell on it, freak out over it...and enjoy what i have while i have it.


honestly, i think i am more afraid of getting very old, being alone and how will i take care of myself/provide for myself? imagining being in a nursing home, not fun......and just thinking of all my 'stuff'.....and that more than likely, just disappear.....it saddens me. also makes me realize just how tenuous and unimportant so much tangible stuff is, and yes......we ARE alone in our deaths. don't know why i've thought about it a lot lately, seeing the movie the savages definitely brought it all to mind again, but for very selfish reasons, i hope my husband and i grow to a ripe and healthy old age....but i'd like to go first.

Death = chocolate all day, every day in all forms: bonbons, cookies, cakes, rivers of mocha, you name it.

For real, though, I'm joining a mariachi band when I die, and every other sentence I'll start with "Yo!"

Your body dies but your soul lives on forever. I was raised through Theravada Buddhism, but I haven't been a devoted Buddhist for so though.

Some of you might think I sound like a nut-job for this story and explanation but it's true. Recently, my family and I had an episode that further prove my belief that the souls of a dead person.
My step-father past away in early 2002 (nearly 6 years ago), and he had given my step-brother a very significant ring that his family had past down from generation to generation. Around Christmas times, one day my mother woke up from a terrible nightmare where my step-father's spirit was demanding her to tell to my younger brother about the ring. And wouldn't you, my idiot brother lost the ring. Everyone in the family was determined that one of his friends stole it. He had changed his story from losing it in the snow to lost it somewhere in the house to other excuses. It's been nearly a month, and the ring is nowhere to be found.

Just three months earlier, around September, I had a terrible nightmare as well about my grand uncle who was so close to me. The next morning, the family got a call from my uncle telling us that his father had past away. :(

My mother tells me stories of these kinds of incidents, I've always though that might be coincidences or something. But the more I see and experienced them the further believe I have in the them.

So basically, I'm believe about the dead is, the body dies but the soul and spirit live forever.

Thank you

deadnothingbetter wrote:

the only memory i got about my grandpa is once when i was a kid. my cousins and i were running outside to play. my grandpa got a hold of me as soon as i was heading out. he pulled me into the living room, sat me next to him, leaned my head against his belly and he rubbed his hands through my fingers. and held me there for about 10 min and kept telling me, "that's my boy. you're gonna be strong. strong like your daddy." i was about 8 yrs old... my grandpa was about 86. he died about the next two years....

even though it's the only memory i got of him.... from the stories i hear about him he was a very passive man and always wanted peace within our family. (even though my family is crazy as hell and are always fighting). so i can sort of associate with your experience with your grandfather. it's as if i knew my grandfather longer.

That's so cool, man. A nice memory as well. Too bad you didn't get to know him better personally...

My grandfather was 78 when he died, he was such a strong, man. He had cancer and had it for 10 years, my family never told me. My grandmother died of cancer as well, a year and a half before him. He was at the hospital by her bed every day at 8 o'clock, and stayed way after visiting hours (they let him because my grandfather was a wonderful, man ). And after she died, he picked up his life again, did everything she used to do... but then one day he became ill, and for a while he was still so strong but eventually he started to notice he was losing his strength and he couldn't do all the things he used to and I think he kind of stopped fighting, I think he was tired of fighting and wanted to be with his wife...

I've learned so much from him. He was really a remarkable, man. I'm not proud of a lot things, but I'm definitely proud of my grandfather. Everyone loved him (except his evil sister )

DaytimeDilemma wrote:

I've never met anyone who had an anxiety attack from smoking weed, and I know a shit load of people who smoke. That sounds much more like something shrooms would do. But whatever.

Yeah, smoking weed usually has the opposite effect of an anxiety attack

LikeAnOcean wrote:

My lately near atheism views seems to point out the obvious to me. Death = the same as before we were born... So much to see and feel in the little life that we have, we are only a speck of dust, living in a blink of time that will one day be forgotten...

Right? or wrong?

Sometimes I wish religion were the truth. That we would die and live eternally happy with all our relatives and long lost friends amongst the stars..

I'm getting all late night sappy here, but the death of Heath Ledger hits a little home for me.. Why?.. He's about my age, height and complexion. Hearing about his death is a harsh reminder that I am mortal. That no matter how immortal I might feel, it could all be lost at any second. I could go to bed tonight and never wake.. and will it have ever meant anything and was there any real meaning to begin with?

People die, people close to them mourn, then they remember, but then they are lost and eventually all is forgotten..

Looks like I'm ending my night on a high note here. ..hope I didn't bring anyone down. Just something to reflect on.. Enjoy life!

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What happens when we die?
We get the truth. We know for sure what lies beyond this existance. Either there is another level of existance... or a void. We will know which one it is. And go from there... or not.

Collin wrote:

That's so cool, man. A nice memory as well. Too bad you didn't get to know him better personally...

My grandfather was 78 when he died, he was such a strong, man. He had cancer and had it for 10 years, my family never told me. My grandmother died of cancer as well, a year and a half before him. He was at the hospital by her bed every day at 8 o'clock, and stayed way after visiting hours (they let him because my grandfather was a wonderful, man ). And after she died, he picked up his life again, did everything she used to do... but then one day he became ill, and for a while he was still so strong but eventually he started to notice he was losing his strength and he couldn't do all the things he used to and I think he kind of stopped fighting, I think he was tired of fighting and wanted to be with his wife...

I've learned so much from him. He was really a remarkable, man. I'm not proud of a lot things, but I'm definitely proud of my grandfather. Everyone loved him (except his evil sister )

wow... 10 years... he sounds like a strong man for sure. how old were you then?