Do you fear or welcome your death?

In my early thirties, I was attacked, beaten and strangled into unconsciousness. I realized I was going to die, right then, right there. My last thought was, "Who's going to love my daughters like I loved them." They were ages 6 and 8 at the time. I woke up maybe 15 or 20 ? minutes later. That time was like sleeping. Lying in the tall grass, in the dark, with lights from the sheriff's vehicle shining on me, two men standing there staring at me. My skirt was up and I remember the sheriff pulling my skirt down to cover my lower body. They were waiting for the ambulance. I was told later they thought I was dead.

The seven years when I worked in the Surgical and Trauma ICU, I was present for more than a few deaths. Some were heavily medicated and just slowly stopped breathing. I don't know if they were aware of their surroundings? But every one was peaceful. They just quietly went away. I watched for a silver thread, any of the things one reads or has heard about. Nothing. The one common thing I noticed is that shortly after the moment they took their last breath, their faces became...inanimate? They just weren't there.

I don't fear death. Some times I look forward to it. I am curious about what happens when the body/brain quits. I think that it will either be like sleeping, no awareness at all, or you will suddenly know all the answers to all of your questions. I lean towards the former. I would call myself an agnostic.
 

I did when I was younger when I didn't believe in anything, including an after life. But I have been working in nursing homes since 1996. I've heard of so many residents that have passed away over the years, while I was working. I've become so used to people dying, that I just consider it a part of life. Plus over the years I have sensed the presence of my mother and other family members that have passed on. My sister calls herself a medium, and always lets me know when certain family members are around. So now I know that there is something else after death.

Six days after my mother passed away in 1998, I heard her voice calling my name.
Six days after a resident passed away in 2007, I heard his voice also calling my name.
 
You have to be a member of Popular Mechanics to access that article.
You have to be a member of Popular Mechanics to access that article.
I copied the URL from another forum and tested it here; I don't know why it isn't coming up.

Here is a discussion of the biobots and the whole thing by 2 researchers. It doesn't have a paywall.

Biobots arise from the cells of dead organisms − pushing the boundaries of life, death and medicine

"We are researchers who investigate what happens within organisms after they die. In our recently published review, we describe how certain cells – when provided with nutrients, oxygen, bioelectricity or biochemical cues – have the capacity to transform into multicellular organisms with new functions after death."
 
I don’t necessarily welcome death but hope for an easy death like my father had.
My mom said that she was talking to my brother on the old wall phone and she turned around and Dad had died sitting in his easy chair.
He just died very quickly and as far as anyone can figure it was relatively painless.
Hope that wanting an easy death doesn’t make me a coward but it is hard to think of being a long suffering type of person.
One thing about being on here is that we can talk about these kind of things without getting emotional or sensitive about it.
I just saw something on another forum about a doctor that assists with suicides and had invented a collar that will press against the carotid arteries when activated and is relatively painless and makes the wearer pass out before they die.
Someone on that other forum was joking that he was thinking about sending them out as Christmas presents.
I wouldn’t want to think about assisted suicide as long as I wasn’t in terrible pain or a vegetable.
Hope this isn’t boring you to death- that’s meant as a morbid joke!
 
I wish I were as prepared as you are!
I’m one of those people who leave everything until the last minute.
But if I die today I probably won’t be worrying about it anyway.
Many plans I've made over the years didn't turn out as I'd hoped, so there's no reason for me to believe end of life plans will either. We just do the best we can and move on. All will be okay in the long run.
 
The problem with dying is, you can only do it once (unless you're revived somehow).

Some people want to make a big statement when they die, so they commit an act of violence such as mass murder or an act of terrorism where they leave behind as much carnage as they're capable of. Most of them don't plan on surviving; they're suicidal. A lot of them are mad at the world and want to inflict pain on the world.
 
I welcome it. I have run my race to the best of my ability.

I am going through the last throws with my Mother.

I neither fear, nor welcome death. It is inevitable.

I'd rather my wife passes first, but only because I wish to carry the burden of loss.

No-one gets off this planet alive. We must all die.
 


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