Does Anyone Think about Death?

I don't think very much about death, except when I'm stressing over things and then I remind myself how short life is and I should just enjoy being alive this moment.

Though today I finally got around to having my daughter put as the beneficiary (transfer on death) for my car, so I guess I do think of death also as a chore that puts items on my to-do list.
 

As we seniors age into our twilight, we increasingly read news media about famous others during our lives that die. And each of us increasingly hears of past work acquaintances and personal friends that pass into eternity. And worst, those we love die. A few days ago one of my nieces, Shirley, I barely knew because she lived far away, died at age 60. She was married with two daughters. Both my parents, one of five brothers, and my only sister died within this last decade. So how can one not think about our own approaching demise? Arguably for many, the saddest reality of our fleshly mortal existence.

But there is one possible escape for those of whom such matters. Our organic body will with certainty die eternally but it may be possible for the electromagnetic standing wave fields within our brains to be saved by a race of ancient advanced entities that have figured out how to duplicate the impedances of our fleshly containers if such is physically possible. 100 trillion or so neutrinos pass through each of our bodies every second and continue passing fully through planet Earth without hitting anything because they are so near Planck size small.
 
There are two things that people don't stare at too long. One is the Sun, the other is death.

But yet it's not lost on we who are older (I'll be 80 in a couple of weeks) that our deaths are getting closer. I don't often think about the act of dying, but I do think a lot about what happens with our spirit after death. "Heaven" can be many things.

I recently heard a famous scientist say that he believed that we go into a dream state from which we never awaken because there's no body left to awaken in. I've often considered the existence of dimensions of which we have no earthly knowledge.

One thing that has influenced my own beliefs that an afterlife exists is a statement I heard by a world famous neurologist. He stated that EKGs show brain waves continue on for at least 4 minutes after the body has expired. So something is going on...
 
There are two things that people don't stare at too long. One is the Sun, the other is death.

But yet it's not lost on we who are older (I'll be 80 in a couple of weeks) that our deaths are getting closer. I don't often think about the act of dying, but I do think a lot about what happens with our spirit after death. "Heaven" can be many things.

I recently heard a famous scientist say that he believed that we go into a dream state from which we never awaken because there's no body left to awaken in. I've often considered the existence of dimensions of which we have no earthly knowledge.

One thing that has influenced my own beliefs that an afterlife exists is a statement I heard by a world famous neurologist. He stated that EKGs show brain waves continue on for at least 4 minutes after the body has expired. So something is going on...
By the same token, finger and toe nails continue to grow, post mortem. How do I know that ? Ten years in the Ambulance business. A 3 week old body with noticeably long toe nails. That 4 minutes of brain activity is well known as a medical oddity. I am sure you have heard the old tale about the chicken with it's head cut off, still running around the barn yard ? Same kind of thing.
 
I'm 89 and are thinking about death more than I used to in the past. I do not have heart disease or cancer but I am very old. So far medicine does not seem to have a cure for old age. All my former friends are dead and all my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts and my brother are deceased.

I'd like to see what other oldsters feel about this subject.

Increasingly. Sometimes you've got to wonder just why the hell you're surviving from day to day. But you know, we don't have to try and live, it happens automagically until the time it doesn't.

Some people have a God belief, and that brings them a level of comfort. Others don't and have to face the inevitable in a scientific way.

I think one of the problems I have is that I've not set any goals for my remaining days. I should work on that. Something that makes tomorrow more interesting.
 
I don't fear death because my faith offers eternal life after physical death. I still think about death but not in fear.
What I do fear is Life. Evil. People who Hate. I think about terrorists that have entered through open borders. And their desire for power. And wars to take over countries that don’t belong to them. And taking away our freedom. But death will bring peace.
 
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One thing that has influenced my own beliefs that an afterlife exists is a statement I heard by a world famous neurologist. He stated that EKGs show brain waves continue on for at least 4 minutes after the body has expired. So something is going on...
When my father was dying he told me we live for 20 minutes, our minds I believe he meant, after death, that we have our consciousness for 20 minutes. He died about a week later, and I never forgot this. Since he sometimes saw his old, best (dead) friend, I didn't discount his words.
 
I'm 89 and are thinking about death more than I used to in the past.
Death is not a thing or something you will ever experience. In fact, the only thing you will ever know is life because you are life and when your life is gone you will cease to exist. Can you remember the time before you were born? Certainly not, so take your non-existence in the past and put it in front of you. Bottom-line, I worry about dying and if it will be painful, but I have no fear of not existing.
 
Can you remember the time before you were born? Certainly not, so take your non-existence in the past and put it in front of you. Bottom-line, I worry about dying and if it will be painful, but I have no fear of not existing.
For eternity we don't exist, but we have a sliver of time to experience being in between two ends of eternity. It can only happen to us once and then it's gone. Even the eternity of eternity is gone. I can't think of anything more unique than the experience of being. I want to ask, "Why did it happen to me and why am I not somebody else," even though I know that's an absurd question.
 
I think I look forward to it with some sort of anticipation. It will be interesting to see what happens next, or to simply slip into oblivion is OK too. I am OK with either. Like everyone else my main concern is what I will have to get through before I get there.
 
My two year old son had a near death experience which he shared with me when he was age 4. He was flown to Children's hospital in Washington DC where his heart stopped. He was basically dead. I wasn't allowed in the room while they tried to revive him. It was a long time.

At age four we traveled on a vacation. He pointed up to the top of a tall mountain and said, "I've been up there". I explained that we had never been up there. He insisted and said "someone was with me, I don't know who because we were both looking down the mountain side by side but I know because there was a bright light next to me and I just knew".

I asked him to draw a picture of what he saw but it was just random lines moving all over the page. When he was in grade school, I asked him again if he remembered anything else. He said no but that he "could go there anytime if he wanted to". I asked, "can you go there now?" He said "yes, and even while in class but I don't want to. We haven't talked about it since.

As the internet developed I noticed many have shared the same experience so there's something to it. Something beyond the journey of death that feels good very good. Most everyone doesn't want to come back to earth. He was only four when he shared his experience so wasn't influenced from a book or TV.
 
Where do the years go? Down what tunnel do these precious day's slip away?
We are young and the fires within us burn bright and strong.
All the world lies before us and nothing is so great
that it can't be done... no challenge too much.

Then, suddenly those days are no more and the years are gone,
The time that remains is oh so very short.

You comes here against your will. (birthing)
You go away disappointed.
 
I'm 80, my Wife is almost 77. We did all the legal papers years ago, and 3 years ago did the pre-arranged funerals and paid in full. And, we had the two plots picked and paid for. So that part is done and not much to think about there.

Today I had the follow-up appt with my Cardiologist to review my recent tests. He said they were great, even better than the last ones 4 years ago. So I said, "I've never asked this before, but what are my chances in the foreseeable future to have a stroke or a heart attack"? He did not hesitate much, and replied "not a chance that I can tell".

That all said, yes I think about death to some extent almost every day. I pray that it will be peaceful, and not like some I've know of - excruciating accidents, long term "vegetable" (sorry for that word) state, or in a state of dementia. Guess that's asking for a lot.....
 
Only to the extent that it is a reality that took planning.
1.Home paid for
2.Accounts all set up for smooth transition.
3.Home repairs up to date & major appliances new of fairly new.
4.Instant cash available for whatever might be needed.
5.Wills in place with specific language for heirs.
6.Car is 2024 with 10 years warranty on engine & drive line.
7. Cremation & all expenses related to burial paid for

I'm good to go anytime. No fear of death.
 
My sister was put on in-home Hospice last week. When the nurse visited her for the first time death or dying was a topic she thought should be discussed before they went any further.

My sister and I were both brought up going to church. After high school graduation, our parents told us that we were allowed to make our own decisions, but they were there for us if we needed any advice or just needed to talk about anything. I decided to continue going to church and still do today, plus I say prayers every morning and evening. What’s the old adage: “Old habits are hard to break?”

When the Hospice nurse started her talk to my sister, she agreed to allow me to sit in on her visit, but don’t interrupt, which is hard for me to do, but I was able to get through the first visit without interrupting. The nurse spoke about what happens the moment we die. She told my sister if we go to church we may have been told something different, but this is what people who have died for a few minutes before being resuscitated back to life and the stories she was told by these people are fairly relatable with one another.

She said the moment we die, our soul is taken by angels to neither Heaven or Hell to a place to await for judgment from God. Of course, I was never told that in church or Sunday School. BTW, I only went to Sunday School until I returned from Vietnam and then I only went to church. When my wife and I had children, we started going to Sunday School with them (different classes, of course) until they were 18 and then we stopped going, but remained going to church. My sister and I are 16 months apart. When we turned 3, we started going to Sunday School, so I was always a bit behind her.

When the nurse had finished, she didn’t ask for questions, but I waited at my sister’s house until she was leaving and I walked her to her car and then I asked her if I could ask a question and she said “Sure.” I asked her when our souls go to “the place” to wait for judgement, do we wait until Judgement Day or does God make his decision before that. Her answer was, “That’s a great question. The people who died and experienced the angels that took them to the place to await for judgement never got to the part where they were judged, so I don’t know.”

I didn’t accept that answer, so this past Sunday, I stayed over after church and told our Pastor this story and asked him what he thought. He told me what I have been taught in church is what he believes. We were always taught that we were judged at the moment of death. He did add that it is possible that the Angels may escort our souls into Heaven. No one really has an answer about that part, but if you believe in Angels, then yes, it is possible for that to happen. BTW, Faith plays a big part in what we believe. There should be no doubt that God exists and only He passes judgement.

I apologize for the length of this post, but I tried not to leave anything out.
 
The average lifespan of a white male in the US is 77.33 years. (I googled it). I'll be there in a couple of weeks. Provided I make it that long. I feel pretty good right now but at this age I know that I could do a face plant into my keyboard at any minute. When you are 17 years old people tell you that you have your whole life ahead of you and you can be anything you want if you put your mind to it. Of course I never really appreciated that so I never put my mind to much of anything. Figured I had plenty of time to do that "someday". Now at 77 I realize that I have my whole life behind me and my future options are severely limited.
 
Death is not a thing or something you will ever experience. In fact, the only thing you will ever know is life because you are life and when your life is gone you will cease to exist. Can you remember the time before you were born? Certainly not, so take your non-existence in the past and put it in front of you. Bottom-line, I worry about dying and if it will be painful, but I have no fear of not existing.
You said my thoughts exactly. In a way, there is no death as we just cease. We don't know. It's the dying where one must get lucky. Thank you for your cogent post!
 
I've always been kind of a morose person, so yes. Working at not being scared, and being successful at that. I like what @Aunt Bea said, it's all in the details of How, no suffering please, and not too much of a mess for my son to find. I really feel sorry for my son, he's lost many people in his life. He will mourn me & miss me forever, I know my death will hurt him very much and I'm so sorry for that. I sometimes think of apologizing to him in advance for the pain I will cause. Haven't done that yet.
Maybe talk to him about it. I talked to my kids, each one separately. They were good conversations. Very good. I'm really glad I brought it up with them because I found out I was worried about a bunch of stuff that I didn't need to worry about at all.
 
I don't fear death because my faith offers eternal life after physical death. I still think about death but not in fear.
I don't fear death since I believe in reincarnation. It's more the way of dying, which I hope will not be too bad.
 

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