What will happen to you when you die?

When I die, I will be cremated. The end.

 

Seems rather cruel to make people either sing or scream for all eternity.

When I was a kid in Catholic school, I swear we were told we'd be just souls in the afterlife, but what with the Rapture and all, now it seems we'd have bodies. Not those normal bodies that need food or with the 'bad' hormones that involve sex or mental disease, but really swell bodies that can be tortured ("takes a licking but keeps on ticking") for all eternity and the 'good' hormones like adrenaline to help make sports played correctly.

That 'body' thing makes me wonder: will babies that make it to heaven (properly baptized I assume) be given baby super-bodies, or will they get an upgrade to something more suitable? How many baseball games will the great professional baseball players (that get to Heaven, anyway) play before they get fed up: a million or so? Will it turn out that all the fertalized eggs that never ended up being born will have the souls end up doing something semi-good like singing, making all that anti-abortion stuff kinda moot since all the 'good' people will be singing too? Will it all turn out to be a con-job to make us show up at church and keep our Religious Leaders employed, and there is nothing after death?

Too bad I'm in no hurry for first-hand experience on the answers...

 

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(jared2 @ Apr 10 2006, 02:59 PM) [snapback]237610[/snapback]</div>

You asked...Never ask questions that you don't really want to know the answers to!

 

Haunt Prius Chat making full use of the [you] function.

h34r:

 

I will return to where I started, in a nebulae and eventually into a star. At a minimum, star dust. According to Hawkings, the Universe runs in approximately 20 billion year cycles, so I will eventually come back as some sort or part of a living organism.

 

My friends and family all know I wish to be cremated. It is my hope that they will abide.

My genes will not survive as I have chosen NOT to procreate.

 

Q: How do we know we aren't the resultant of beings already dead?


h34r:

 

I do not know. Hasn't happened, yet. I like what Woody Allen has to say about death, though.

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens."

 

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Mystery Squid @ Apr 10 2006, 03:29 PM) [snapback]237631[/snapback]</div>

Joker from Batman, 1989

 

Nobody knows and thats the beauty of life.

 

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Mystery Squid @ Apr 10 2006, 01:09 PM) [snapback]237617[/snapback]</div>

yes, there is nothing better than the [you] function. I assume that I'll be dead. Personally I doubt the existance of anything beyond it, but I really love sleeping so I'm down with that. It there's something else it's just icing on the cake, provided that it doesn't suck.

 

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Mystery Squid @ Apr 10 2006, 03:09 PM) [snapback]237617[/snapback]</div>

Heck, maybe you are dead already!

 

i'm hoping my life is long and fulfilling enough for me to not need or desire life after death.

i guess i'm not really convinced of anything right now.

 

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(jared2 @ Apr 10 2006, 04:03 PM) [snapback]237670[/snapback]</div>

Now, if I were to re-phrase to this:

"Actually, I'm serious, I find it very hopeful that so many people share the ever-popular life after death idea."


Would it be any more or less offensive to some contingency?

 

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Mystery Squid @ Apr 10 2006, 04:20 PM) [snapback]237694[/snapback]</div>

Sure it would, But I like the idea of haunting the web better

Maybe the spacemen take our souls? :lol: :blink: <_<

http://www.thecomingoftan.com/

 

As for my body, burn, baby burn and no dumb funeral home crap! Yuk!

My genes are in my daughter and I hope that she and her husband do have a child when they come home.

We are energy and as a nurse I have seen death often. There is such an absence in a dead body, hard to think of it as just the heart and lungs stopping...

 

Your body ceases to function. You start to decompose.

The government takes everything of value you used to own.