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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 24, 2018 17:20:20 GMT -5
If I die, what one question would I want answered? I don't think I'll give a frikk about God, the devil, heaven, hell. I think all I'll care about is whether my family lived a long and happy life after my death. I'll wonder if my wife remarried and whether she's happy or depressed because of my death. I'll wonder if things spiraled out of control or is that my ego talking?
I think I may also wonder about reincarnation. I'll wonder if I'll come back in the same time period every single time I reincarnate; that is, always in the 1960s-2030s era so that I'm constantly living the same events in time but from a different perspective. Or will time always move forward and I will simply reincarnate into a new body the moment my old body dies?
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Post by bigfan on Apr 24, 2018 17:22:38 GMT -5
The thread that will live forever
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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 24, 2018 17:28:21 GMT -5
I feel sleepy.
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Post by azvb on Apr 24, 2018 17:28:44 GMT -5
If I die, what one question would I want answered? I don't think I'll give a frikk about God, the devil, heaven, hell. I think all I'll care about is whether my family lived a long and happy life after my death. I'll wonder if my wife remarried and whether she's happy or depressed because of my death. I'll wonder if things spiraled out of control or is that my ego talking? I think I may also wonder about reincarnation. I'll also wonder if I'll come back in the same time period every single time I reincarnate; that is, always in the 1960s-2030s era so that I'm constantly living the same events in time but from a different perspective. Or will time always move forward and I will simply reincarnate into a new body the moment my old body dies? I think you’ll give a frick about God. I think you’ll say, “Oh. Azvb was right. You are real.”
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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 24, 2018 17:41:17 GMT -5
I suspect that if there is a God, my conversation with God will go something like this:
(In this scene, Chuck=God.)
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Post by holidayhusker on Apr 24, 2018 18:06:59 GMT -5
If I die, what one question would I want answered? I don't think I'll give a frikk about God, the devil, heaven, hell. I think all I'll care about is whether my family lived a long and happy life after my death. I'll wonder if my wife remarried and whether she's happy or depressed because of my death. I'll wonder if things spiraled out of control or is that my ego talking? I think I may also wonder about reincarnation. I'll also wonder if I'll come back in the same time period every single time I reincarnate; that is, always in the 1960s-2030s era so that I'm constantly living the same events in time but from a different perspective. Or will time always move forward and I will simply reincarnate into a new body the moment my old body dies? are you afraid of death? I am. My mom has tremendous faith and tells me she has no fear and looks forward to it.
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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 24, 2018 18:18:39 GMT -5
I was near-dead when I was 6 or 7 years old. Was at a beach in Waikiki (or Ala Moana Beach) and got swept under by a wave. I got disoriented and I think I blacked out. Gulped gallons of water. Couldn't breathe. Things turned dark. There was no light at the end of a tunnel. No angels. No dead people waving me over to cross the threshold of a door. No nothing. Then, I woke up on shore, coughing and coughing up water. Struggled to breathe. Told my parents but I don't think they understood because they weren't there to witness it.
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Post by Northern lights on Apr 24, 2018 18:26:26 GMT -5
I was near-dead when I was 6 or 7 years old. Was at a beach in Waikiki (or Ala Moana Beach) and got swept under by a wave. I got disoriented and I think I blacked out. Gulped gallons of water. Couldn't breathe. Things turned dark. There was no light at the end of a tunnel. No angels. No dead people waving me over to cross the threshold of a door. No nothing. Then, I woke up on shore, coughing and coughing up water. Struggled to breathe. Told my parents but I don't think they understood because they weren't there to witness it. That's how close your grandson came to not being born. Amazing odds against a new life.
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Post by azvb on Apr 24, 2018 19:41:20 GMT -5
I was near-dead when I was 6 or 7 years old. Was at a beach in Waikiki (or Ala Moana Beach) and got swept under by a wave. I got disoriented and I think I blacked out. Gulped gallons of water. Couldn't breathe. Things turned dark. There was no light at the end of a tunnel. No angels. No dead people waving me over to cross the threshold of a door. No nothing. Then, I woke up on shore, coughing and coughing up water. Struggled to breathe. Told my parents but I don't think they understood because they weren't there to witness it. Same thing happened to me at Pounders Beach on Oahu.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2018 21:22:07 GMT -5
I hope we get some answers when we die. I also hope that it is either nothingness or pleasant. Anything in between is to horrible to contemplate.
“To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…”
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Post by Wolfgang on Apr 25, 2018 1:43:51 GMT -5
Anyone been to an open casket funeral? I've been to a few. I felt the face of the dead and they all felt like wood -- or more like hardened papier mache sculpture. This makes sense. I know the funeral people processed the body and used all sorts of chemicals and tools to "prepare" the body for viewing. I suppose that in order to give the face some post-death structure for presentation, they had to solidify it somehow. Anyway, the first time I felt the texture of the face, it was very unnerving. I'll never forget it. Really really creeped me out.
(I hope this wasn't too macabre.)
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Post by maɡˈnōlēə on Apr 25, 2018 11:14:57 GMT -5
Rigor mortis is a real thing. At death the muscle fibers release chemicals causing a stiffening of the extremities and joints. I think they loosen up after four or five days when decomposition kicks in, hence the pumping the body full of chemicals to preserve it.
Needless expenditure really.
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Post by Northern lights on Apr 25, 2018 11:15:46 GMT -5
My Aunt died when I was 8. Not sure how many of you have been to an Irish wake but Grandma rules. She insisted that I touch my Aunt and say goodbye. It had a negative effect on me. First she was very cold to the touch and I kept thinking she was breathing. Had a reoccurring nightmare for years over this. It became the reason why I choose not to bring my children to funerals until they were a little older.
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Post by gnu2vball on Apr 25, 2018 12:05:06 GMT -5
My Aunt died when I was 8. Not sure how many of you have been to an Irish wake but Grandma rules. She insisted that I touch my Aunt and say goodbye. It had a negative effect on me. First she was very cold to the touch and I kept thinking she was breathing. Had a reoccurring nightmare for years over this. It became the reason why I choose not to bring my children to funerals until they were a little older. And people wonder why the Irish have been enslaved by the Creature.
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Post by Northern lights on Apr 25, 2018 12:10:53 GMT -5
More accurately the Irish are enslaved by Whiskey. Same funeral same Grandma, and now the Wake is nearing it's end. The back room is filled with bottle's of Whiskey and Rye, but NOBODY can have a drink till Grandma says it is time for that. All it takes is a nod of her head, the back room quickly fills and the other great Irish tradition starts.
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