A beautiful white woman with wings in a white gown comes, speaks to you in a soothing voice, takes you by the hand and leads to a WONDERRRFUL PLACE where everyone is happy, there's soft music playing and it's full of smiling Christians... that's right, YOU'RE IN HELL.
Ever since my mom died 6 years ago, I have wondered. My mom, for example, sits in a box on my book shelf. At least the remaining ashes of her physical form. Her feelings, thoughts, strong opinions, beliefs... They live on in the people she shared her life with. In after life, all I can prove is that she is ash in a bag, inside a box.
You are a fleeting thought in a universe that is as far as we can tell just becoming aware of itself for the first time. We aren't aware enough yet to really have a universal identity, but like the flash of a lightning bugs ass we each have our moment, and then we're gone. Enjoy your light while it last, I know damn well I will.
I fell through the ice when I was a kid. I awoke 3 days later in a hospital. I have absolutely no remembrance of anything that happened in between. No 'tunnel of light'. No 'pearly gates'. No nothing. (Maybe I wasn't "dead" enough?). All I remember is saying "I'm hungry!", and after the doctors got done marveling over my 're-awakening', the nurse brought me a bowl of tomato soup, a tuna sandwich, and a carton of milk. I haven't been out on the ice since. And when I still lived in Michigan, on very cold winter days, I'd get this craving for tomato soup, and a tuna sandwich!