Life after death – what happens when you die?

La Calavera Catrina is a prominent symbol of the Mexican Day of the Dead celebration, representing the idea that death is a natural part of life and that all people, regardless of social class, are equal in death.

When someone dies, their body stops functioning, and they are no longer alive.

The exact process of what happens next can vary based on individual beliefs, and cultural perspectives, with some believing in an afterlife, and others believing this is when existence ends.

One thing we can all agree on, is that death is a natural part of life, and how we think about, and deal with it, is a personal choice.

I believe that when I die, I will simply cease to exist as a sentient being. Nothing more remarkable than that.

My spirit will not be scudding across the sky to meet my maker for a happy clappy shindig in a corner of heaven somewhere.

And, much as I’d cherish even just a moment with one or two of them, I won’t be enjoying endless cups of tea with all my long dead friends and relatives.

Nope. When you’re dead, you’re dead.

Unless, that is, you can do, write, say, make, create or invent something you can leave behind that will live on after you.

You’ll still be dead as ever, but the power of your amazing little grey cells will echo into eternity.

So here I am. An ordinary guy, trying to figure out what it is I can leave behind that will have some meaning, that will positively affect the people I care about, and not be totally naff.

It’s not easy.

What I came up with is this blog.

I figured I could simply keep adding stuff to my blog, about our family, life, the universe, everything, until one of two things happens.

Either I’d keep on writing about the stuff in my head, until my head is empty — or somebody would leave me a comment below, about something they want to discuss, and I’d write about that instead.

Either way, it’s OK by me.

”Sorry, I have to go. Immortality beckons.”

~ Terence Milbourn

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