I was worried I was getting morbid having thought a lot about death recently. Then I remembered I've been watching Six Feet Under (great show) every night for the past week. So when I was passing the DVD store I thought I'd get something cheerier and I bought season 6 of Scrubs. D'oh! More illness and death! Oh well.
When I was in Scn the subject of death would occasionally come up in discussion and I'd alway say that it didn't really bother me. I was whistling past the graveyard!
As a Scn, of course, I "knew" what would happen when I died. I'd rise above the body, hang around for a while, stay for the funeral and diligently avoid the between lives implant station before joining the queue at a nearby maternity ward. No problem. Except for the fact that this was all stuff that I'd read about. The truth is that I have no certainty as to what will happen to me and what I will and will not be capable of. Oh, and worrying I might come back as a girl (no offence girls).
Thinking about death brought home to me how I define myself - by the books and music that I love. While my main concern was leaving Mrs T to handle the VAT return on her own, this was closely followed by a mild terror of forgetting the CDs and books that mean the most to me and the intense irritation from thinking they may fall into undeserving hands!
Anyway, the main point of this thread is to say that I now realise I do not know what will happen to any of us and to invite ideas and opinions on the subject.
When I was in Scn the subject of death would occasionally come up in discussion and I'd alway say that it didn't really bother me. I was whistling past the graveyard!
As a Scn, of course, I "knew" what would happen when I died. I'd rise above the body, hang around for a while, stay for the funeral and diligently avoid the between lives implant station before joining the queue at a nearby maternity ward. No problem. Except for the fact that this was all stuff that I'd read about. The truth is that I have no certainty as to what will happen to me and what I will and will not be capable of. Oh, and worrying I might come back as a girl (no offence girls).
Thinking about death brought home to me how I define myself - by the books and music that I love. While my main concern was leaving Mrs T to handle the VAT return on her own, this was closely followed by a mild terror of forgetting the CDs and books that mean the most to me and the intense irritation from thinking they may fall into undeserving hands!
Anyway, the main point of this thread is to say that I now realise I do not know what will happen to any of us and to invite ideas and opinions on the subject.