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Death... What scares you about it?

Like most, I'm less than happy thinking of the pain and suffering part. A quick and painless death is rather difficult to come by.

I also get a headache thinking of the idea of nonexistence. I've been around for as long as I can remember (or longer, memory is a funny thing) so the concept is something I can't wrap my mind around. I can't experience nonexistence. I wouldn't call it fear, it's closer to a mild unease. The unknown and inconceivable and all that.

What I do fear is surviving. This ties into the whole pain and suffering thing. If and when I die, it must be guaranteed no takebacks.
 
The pain..

When I was 5 years old my father was diagnosed with skin cancer. The medication he was given (Interferon) literally made him lose his mind. His personality completely changed. He became hateful towards my mother and I. The day I knew he was no longer my normal dad was when I was getting ready to go over to my friends. He was laying in bed with a high fever as I tied my shoes. Once finished, I got up, gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He pushed me down and started shouting, calling me filthy names. He eventually forgot who I was, and occasionally had a good day. But those didn't last.

He hated himself for the the last three years of his life.

When I was 8, he took his own life.

In my opinion, losing your sanity is the worst way to go.
 
I'm more afraid of becoming paralyzed than dying, although the thought of dying has recently begun to frequent my thoughts on a more recent basis than ever before. I'm not sure why, either.

I realized that the older I get, the more I think about it.

Last week I was on the bus, sitting on a chair. I figured I had no control of my life right than. I closed my eyes, what if we crush and something bursts through my chest and rips me apart, right now. This blackness will continue for ever but will I be able to realize it? What? That makes me feel scared, the unknown scares us.

Thinking about it changes me too. I do thing I wouldn't normally do in the past 28 years.:hmm:
 
The pain..

When I was 5 years old my father was diagnosed with skin cancer. The medication he was given (Interferon) literally made him lose his mind. His personality completely changed. He became hateful towards my mother and I. The day I knew he was no longer my normal dad was when I was getting ready to go over to my friends. He was laying in bed with a high fever as I tied my shoes. Once finished, I got up, gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He pushed me down and started shouting, calling me filthy names. He eventually forgot who I was, and occasionally had a good day. But those didn't last.

He hated himself for the the last three years of his life.

When I was 8, he took his own life.

In my opinion, losing your sanity is the worst way to go.

I really wish I could un-read that. WOW sorry to hear about that, and I mean sorry is a weak word to use to describe how sorry I am.

What a horrible way to spend your childhood. I recently had a suicide in my family April 19th 2006 it was completely devastating. I was 26 years old and it took me years to get back to normal and I'm still not completely there.
I can't imagine what going through something like that at 8 years old must have been like. :(
 
Death is not scary for me.
Actually I find the idea of an end comforting in a way.
What saddens me is knowing that there will probably be a million things I would have wanted to do and never will get the chance to. That's all. That and of course not enjoying the company of my loved ones any more.
 
Non-existence is the default setting for a human.

There was a very long period of it before you were born,
and there'll be another very long period of it after you die.

Nobody I know ever worries about the first, so why worry about the second?

Just enjoy what comes in between as much as you can and live in a way
that will make those you leave behind remember you well.
quoted , for a great observation ...
:cool:
 
Clearly death needs a better PR guy running its ad campaign.:hmm:

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Do I get the job?
 
Nobody fears the rare quick and/or painless death. It's the long, painful, drug-addled, undignified, drawn-out ones that they fear. The more of the latter kind you witness, the more scared you become for yourself.
The thought has often occurred to me that we treat our pets much better in this regard than we treat our fellow human beings.
Here's the thing that frightens me the most: when a human deteriorates beyond the point of communication, how do you really know about their level of comfort? You can't really know with certainty and the smart-@ss doctors can't know with certainty either. The doctor may be saying that they're in no pain, but would they be screaming if they physically could? And here's the selfish take-away: one day, you may very well be on the other side of the equation.
 
I don't fear actually dying... I just wanna know if i'm going anywhere after that. How can you just die, and your conciousness go to nothing? Just black, blank.. nothing.

"birth and death are only in appearance; that which separates itself from the one substance (the one Divine essence), and is caught up in the material, seems to be born; that, again, which releases itself from the bonds of matter, and is reunited with the one Divine Essence, seems to die."