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Death... What scares you about it?

Is it the fear of meeting your creater knowing you made some poor judgements?

Is it just the fear of not knowing what happens after you leave this world?

Or is it just the fear of not accomplishing something?


Wow... absolutely none of the above.

The only thing that scares me about death is the (seemingly distinct) possibilty that my death won't be swift and/or painless. I'm just not a big fan of extreme pain.

But if I knew for a fact that my death would be painless -- y'know, in my sleep, of old age, while at home, perhaps during my afternoon nap after running a half-marathon -- I would actually look forward to death. There's just nothing about the entire premise of This Life Ending (and the remote possibility of Something Else Beginning) that scares me.
 
I care not one jot what happens to my body after my death.

I hereby officially and formally donate my body after my passing to anyone on TalkBass who wants it. It might serve as a draught excluder, a stage prop or a temporary source of pet food. Do what you will, with my compliments.

Signed
Bassy Bill

Awesome thought:

The Bassy Bill Bass, made from 100% Bassy Bill.
 
The only thing that scares me about death is the (seemingly distinct) possibilty that my death won't be swift and/or painless. I'm just not a big fan of extreme pain.

Im also not a fan of pain, but I seemingly have a high tolerance for it.
Ive come to the conclusion that I think I could handle a painful death, so long as it werent prolonged for too great an extent.
Imagine what suffering for hours before death might be like?
I think I could find some sense of relief in knowing that this will be the last time my mortal self will ever suffer again.
Of course, theres the off chance that one wouldnt die from the injury, or could be saved via medical intervention.
 
There's a show touring the world, consisting of plastic-impregnated bodies of real goners. They seem to be executed Chinese convicts, sold to a latter-day P.T. Barnum. They were probably never asked for consent. I find this abominable, and despise Lady Gaga for speculating on using these as props onstage. But if BassyBill is comfortable with that thought...
 
cdef said:
There's a show touring the world, consisting of plastic-impregnated bodies of real goners. They seem to be executed Chinese convicts, sold to a latter-day P.T. Barnum. They were probably never asked for consent. I find this abominable, and despise Lady Gaga for speculating on using these as props onstage. But if BassyBill is comfortable with that thought...

Yep. It's called Bodies. I believe it's done with consent though.

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodies:_The_Exhibition

http://www.google.com/search?q=bodi...qE6AGZgqWTAg&ved=0CFsQsAQ&biw=533&bih=320#p=0
 
Indeed. Universe does not waste anything, I don't think the conscuiosness (is that correct) will disapper. It should transform into something else or something quantum physics fancy word like that.:D

Yeah, I mean, none of us here truly knows what happens when we die, and I guess its a matter of faith in regards to what comes next.

"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."

To me, this is exactly like youre saying. When man is "born" a soul is pulled down from the Divine Essence, which could at the same time be called "the collective unconscious" and put into the material body for the purpose of gaining experience, learning, and enriching the soul, before the matter weakens, the body dies, and we return to whence we came.
 
Apart from the pragmatic issues of looking after my family, my fear of death is mostly about the experiences missed, the paths not taken, the sights not seen.

Perhaps it is the beginning of new experiences and learning.

Perhaps. I've asked that the phrase "That was interesting. Now, what's next?" be inscribed on my tombstone when I finally do go.