Death/End of life discussion

Chris Peterson53 said:Death itself isn't actually the issue here.
We’ve basically turned an inevitable reality into some kind of boogeyman!
Some people refuse to even acknowledge their own mortality—while others are absolutely paralyzed by it.
But those who have actually stared into the abyss—those who've experienced clinical death—they come back with a completely different perspective on the end of this earthly journey.
It is honestly mind-boggling how much of our limited time on this planet we squander..
focusing on trivialities instead of soaking up the genuine beauty surrounding us...
the simple joys found in small moments,
the pure bliss of just existing,
or simply being grateful for the chance to be here at all...
Instead, we waste precious hours on hatred, resentment, petty competition, sabotaging our neighbors, and feeding our bloated egos through sheer triviality.
We should be living in Calm, finding harmony within ourselves and with every other living thing on this planet.
That’s why some people are so utterly blindsided when the end finally arrives—because they failed to realize, in time, that life and death are just two sides of the exact same coin.

It’s just like how we view good and evil—we tend to lump death in with the "bad" stuff and see life as the "good" part.

soadfan said:You need to meditate on death every single day. When things are calm and your head is clear, you should visualize the worst: being torn apart by gunfire and blades, swept away by a massive tidal wave, tossed into a raging forest fire, struck by lightning, or crushed by an earthquake. Imagine plummeting from a skyscraper, wasting away from sickness, or taking your own life out of loyalty to your leader. You have to live every day as if you’re already dead. That’s the core of Bushido.
(Miyamoto Musashi, The Art of War)

For seventy-two years
I kept the bull under tight control.
Now that the plum blossoms are back,
I'll let him run wild in the snow.

Japanese Rinzai Master Bob (1384 – 1455):

Here’s how I wrap my head around death:

Death is completely natural. There’s really no reason to be afraid of it. It’s just a shift from one state to another—a transition. We don't "own" life; we *are* life. Because of that, you can't actually lose it. Think of an hourglass where all the sand represents life. You can use that sand to build castles, towers, or whatever other fantasies you want. But when the castle collapses, the sand doesn't disappear; it just changes shape. The sand—the life itself—is still right there. I hope that makes sense; I'm doing my best to put it into words.
Basically, I'm trying to say we are just one specific form of life among an infinite number of possibilities. To me, life simply creates more life.

Just my two cents on death, without getting too deep into the weeds... 😛

Yeah, but let's be real—rationalizing death is still just rationalizing. You should check out the movie "Big Fish" if you haven't seen it yet. It’s such a beautiful allegory for life and what comes after.

wearyowl29 said:

I honestly can't stop thinking about Florine! There’s just something about her that stays with you, isn't there? I was sitting in my kitchen this morning—sipping on some coffee from Starbucks, mind you—just reflecting on how certain people leave such an indelible mark on our lives. It’s funny how that works! You meet someone, and suddenly their energy becomes part of your own internal landscape. Anyway, I digress! My point is, Florine is truly one of a kind. Just a bright, shining light in this big, messy world of ours. kaže:
How do you all approach the whole idea of death? Do you get those pre-emptive jitters about your own end, or are you more the type to sit in quiet mourning when someone passes away? Personally, I tend to drift into deep thought about it quite often! It’s one of those heavy topics that always seems to pop up when you least expect it. I find myself pondering the "big picture" more than I probably should. Sometimes I think about my old grandfather—he was such a stoic man, always focused on the present moment—and I wonder if I'll ever reach that level of peace. Anyway, I’m curious! Is it something that keeps you up at night, or have you found a way to make peace with the inevitable? Let's chat!

Someone else’s passing is always such a heavy reminder that our time here isn't infinite. It hits you right in the chest! But honestly? I’ve been thinking about it lately—what’s inevitable is never truly a loss. We aren't just vanishing into thin air. Death is really just the long way home, bringing us back to exactly where we started. It’s all part of the cycle!

Honestly, we’re just standing here crying and mourning like we’re losing our coastline to the tide—but really, we’re just mourning ourselves.
We really are selfish to the core, aren't we? It’s just one of those things. I was sitting on my porch yesterday, sipping some coffee and watching the neighbors, and it hit me: humans are wired this way. We focus on ourselves more than we care to admit!

How can you say for certain that you haven't lost someone forever once they're gone?
Are you actually sure?
I don't think anyone can claim to know that. You can only have faith.

As for being selfish...
If someone close to me died, I'd cry. Don't even get me started on my kids.
Why would I cry? It’s true that I'd miss them and the world we shared.
But mostly, it's for them. For the things they didn't get to finish, dying too young, wanting more life... all of it.
I wouldn't call that purely selfish, even if, like I said, selfishness plays a part.
Isn't that just how we're wired?

I'm not afraid of death. I'm only afraid of leaving too soon. I want to see my kids grown and settled.
After that... who cares.

hiddenhound3 said:I have contemplated the concept of death on countless occasions. My encounters with it have rarely been direct; rather, I have witnessed it through the passing of loved ones, whether they reached the natural end of their journey or were overtaken by the heavy weight of illness or profound sorrow.
The sudden passing of an acquaintance online has once again prompted me to reflect deeply on this subject. While others offer condolences and shroud the deceased in mourning and gloom, I find myself experiencing a strange sense of lightness.
A person is finally liberated from all suffering, pain, and those endless existential dilemmas that plague us. They have finally attained ultimate truth, cast off the heavy shell of mortality, and now dwell in an undisturbed eternity. To my mind, this is news of the highest order—so profoundly good that nothing could surpass it.

How do you approach the idea of death? Do you harbor fear regarding your own end, or do you find yourself consumed by grief for those who have passed?

WIND-SWEPT TOY

Suffer without tears, live without curses,
and embrace a peaceful misfortune.
Tears are hollow, and lamentations
will not soften the bitter sleep.

Surrender your faith in life to the drunkard,
and let the winds carry you wherever they may;
allow yourself to be swirled like a leaf
within the frantic whirl of a mad gale.

Fly like a leaf caught in the vortex,
for flight is your very essence, soul.
Not for the earth, nor for the grave,
is the flower that possesses no roots.

T. U.

I have a profound respect for it.



Furthermore, I've had a few "Memento Mori" verses sitting in my sig for a while now.

hiddenhound3 said:I have contemplated the concept of death on countless occasions. My encounters with it have rarely been direct; rather, I have witnessed it through the passing of loved ones, whether they reached the natural end of their journey or were overtaken by the heavy weight of illness or profound sorrow.
The sudden passing of an acquaintance online has once again prompted me to reflect deeply on this subject. While others offer condolences and shroud the deceased in mourning and gloom, I find myself experiencing a strange sense of lightness.
A person is finally liberated from all suffering, pain, and those endless existential dilemmas that plague us. They have finally attained ultimate truth, cast off the heavy shell of mortality, and now dwell in an undisturbed eternity. To my mind, this is news of the highest order—so profoundly good that nothing could surpass it.

How do you approach the idea of death? Do you harbor fear regarding your own end, or do you find yourself consumed by grief for those who have passed?

WIND-SWEPT TOY

Suffer without tears, live without curses,
and embrace a peaceful misfortune.
Tears are hollow, and lamentations
will not soften the bitter sleep.

Surrender your faith in life to the drunkard,
and let the winds carry you wherever they may;
allow yourself to be swirled like a leaf
within the frantic whirl of a mad gale.

Fly like a leaf caught in the vortex,
for flight is your very essence, soul.
Not for the earth, nor for the grave,
is the flower that possesses no roots.

T. U.

Yes and no. I’ve accepted it—much more easily than the thought of losing those close to me. But let's be real: the nature of existence means you don't really have a choice but to accept it. Acceptance is the default setting.

The one thing I would never want to know is the specific way I’ll die. That is a heavy burden I have no interest in carrying.

hiddenhound3 said:I have contemplated the concept of death on countless occasions. My encounters with it have rarely been direct; rather, I have witnessed it through the passing of loved ones, whether they reached the natural end of their journey or were overtaken by the heavy weight of illness or profound sorrow.
The sudden passing of an acquaintance online has once again prompted me to reflect deeply on this subject. While others offer condolences and shroud the deceased in mourning and gloom, I find myself experiencing a strange sense of lightness.
A person is finally liberated from all suffering, pain, and those endless existential dilemmas that plague us. They have finally attained ultimate truth, cast off the heavy shell of mortality, and now dwell in an undisturbed eternity. To my mind, this is news of the highest order—so profoundly good that nothing could surpass it.

How do you approach the idea of death? Do you harbor fear regarding your own end, or do you find yourself consumed by grief for those who have passed?

WIND-SWEPT TOY

Suffer without tears, live without curses,
and embrace a peaceful misfortune.
Tears are hollow, and lamentations
will not soften the bitter sleep.

Surrender your faith in life to the drunkard,
and let the winds carry you wherever they may;
allow yourself to be swirled like a leaf
within the frantic whirl of a mad gale.

Fly like a leaf caught in the vortex,
for flight is your very essence, soul.
Not for the earth, nor for the grave,
is the flower that possesses no roots.

T. U.

Not in a weeping and wailing sense, but I think of loved ones who have passed quite often. There was one person who meant everything to me, and they've been gone for fifteen years now. I run into reminders of them every single day, and I find myself wishing they were still here by my side. Though, I suppose that's just a selfish impulse.

I was actually at one of those just yesterday!

I’ve actually felt that final flicker of life slip through my own fingers. In that exact moment, I felt everything all at once—this heavy sadness mixed with total peace, a rush of pure life, and a deep sense of humility.

Susan Price30 said:Who's to say someone actually "escaped" all that? (It sounds to me like you're convinced they've moved on to a "better place")

If this was simply a matter of consciousness and the state of the soul here —then the torment continues on the other side... those who failed to find Calm during their life most often won't find it in death either... in fact, the torment is usually even more intense and powerful...

It also depends on what the transition itself—death itself—was like: violent, sudden, suicide, or peaceful and pleasant, etc., etc... which could serve as an indication of what awaits them on the other side.

are you trying to say that for someone whose heart breaks from pure grief and misery, they might just keep weeping on the other side😕

and what about God's promise regarding everyone written in the Lamb's book of life:

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, nor mourning, nor crying, nor pain, for the old order of things has passed away.

His gates never close, and there is no night there.

on the first page, some beautiful souls were mentioning acceptance and letting go, and Samthing told me something so lovely:

In that very moment, I felt both sorrow and serenity, both life and humility.

blessed are those who are so deeply loved that they can find their own peace in their eternal resting place, as long as there are those here to mourn them with peace and humility.

Lisa Morales4 said:are you trying to say that for someone whose heart breaks from pure grief and misery, they might just keep weeping on the other side😕

and what about God's promise regarding everyone written in the Lamb's book of life:

on the first page, some beautiful souls were mentioning acceptance and letting go, and Samthing told me something so lovely:

blessed are those who are so deeply loved that they can find their own peace in their eternal resting place, as long as there are those here to mourn them with peace and humility.

When I mentioned peace, I meant peace with God Bob officer 😁 (I mean, can true peace exist anywhere else but at the Source?), and those recorded in the 'Book of Life' certainly live within that blessing of fullness and peace. For them, death isn't some "good old friend" they honor, serve, or fear... for those saved in the spirit, death doesn't even exist; it's simply a crossing over into a higher realm... and you know that yourself.

Best,

I’m not afraid—well, maybe I am...
It’s hard to explain, but I get this sudden chill whenever I stop to think about it. What happens when I die? What comes next? It’s just a thousand questions swirling around. Is there an afterlife or nothingness? And even if there is something waiting for us, I find myself wondering: will it even be *me*? Without my body, without being able to sit around with the people I love most... I just don't know.

I suppose we can handle the idea of losing an acquaintance, but when it hits close to home—our parents, our children—that's a different story entirely. It feels like death is never "on time." No matter when it happens, we always find ourselves asking, "Why them? They had so much life left to live."

Anyway, I'm just lost in thought.

Grace;

Who actually says they’ve "moved on" from that mess? Honestly, it sounds like you’re convinced he just kicked the bucket and went to some better place.

I'm with you on that one.
It’s kind of wild how we just breeze past the fact that, one day, the lights are going to go out for good. We go about our business like we've got forever, acting like we aren't all just ticking clocks. It's easy to ignore, I guess. Just easier than facing it.
Most people who cling to this whole idea of an immortal soul? They act like it’s just some simple system reboot. Like you just hit a button, everything resets, and you're back online. It's such a shallow way to look at it.

If they keep thinking like that, they’re going to end up making some seriously reckless calls in life. It’s all surface-level stuff. They aren't actually thinking—they're just skimming the top.
They all love to talk about how death is going to "reset" everything. A great equalizer, right? They sit around dreaming about "starting over" through reincarnation, or—for those who don't buy into that whole cycle nonsense—just drifting off to some "peaceful place." It’s always the same old comforting fairy tale.

They say nothing in this life comes for free. Honestly? They’re right. Everything has a catch.

Free will? Yeah, right. As if.

Trust me, I know how this goes. It’s always going to hit you right where it hurts—your wallet. Especially around here...
Why would anything be any different outside of the bedroom? Honestly. It’s all the same mess everywhere else.
We carry our baggage everywhere we go. Doesn't matter where you land or what shape it takes—it just follows you. Always.

If that was supposed to be some high level of consciousness or the state of a soul... man, I don't even want to know what the bottom looks like. Here? The misery just keeps rolling on... it’s hitting the other side too. Specifically, those people who still haven't found what they're looking for. Peace. People spend their whole lives hunting for peace, and most of them never even get close. Honestly? Even death isn't a guaranteed escape. Sometimes, the torment just gets more intense, hitting you even harder once everything else is gone.

Most likely.

It really all comes down to how he crossed over—the nature of the transition itself. Was it violent? Sudden and jarring? A suicide? Or was it one of those peaceful, quiet departures? Honestly, that kind of thing can be a pretty solid indicator of what’s waiting for him on the other side. The other side..

What's that supposed to mean? You think I don't have an opinion on this? Honestly, I’m just sitting here wondering how we even got to this point. It's all a bit much, isn't it?

What’s the point of living a "perfect" life—you know, hitting all the marks, eating clean, staying out of trouble—if the exit is going to be a mess? Does it even matter how flawless you were on the inside if the way you go out is violent, sudden, or just plain agonizing? Or maybe it's the opposite... does a "peaceful" end somehow validate a life well-lived? I don't know. It feels like a cruel joke. You spend decades playing by the rules, only for the universe to decide whether your final act is a quiet fade-out or a total disaster. What's the connection there? Honestly, it feels meaningless.

Look, I don't see any real difference between the guys staring down death on a battlefield and the ones fighting a terminal illness in some hospital bed. It’s all the same. Whether you're facing a bullet or a diagnosis, that raw courage? It’s identical. It's just different flavors of the same grim reality.
The way you die might change, sure, but that doesn’t mean you’re suddenly experiencing some "other plane of existence" the second your heart stops. It's not some cinematic transition to a different dimension. I'm not even talking about people who take their own lives—those folks just trying to escape the grind—but for everyone else? It's just lights out. No magic, no grand reveal. Just nothingness.

P.S.
Keeping your eyes on the prize—on that bigger picture out there—that’s really the only way to live. It keeps you from drifting. It acts like a compass, keeping you focused on what actually matters instead of getting lost in the noise. Honestly, it helps you stay grounded. You can participate in the world, sure, but without that perspective, you just end up being consumed by it. And trust me, nobody wants to be that guy.


I’m just sitting here counting down the days until it finally happens. I don't care how it goes down or what it looks like. People might think I'm being naive or whatever, but honestly? I can't wait.
Like a coiled spring. Ready to snap.

🙂

Why am I not afraid of death?🤷
Death isn't actually the end; it’s just the moment all the struggles of this earthly life finally fade away...
Yivanmukta 👍
It might sound a little cliché to some, but I truly mean it when I say this
Whenever it arrives, I welcome it with open arms. I don't fear what comes next, because what follows is true LIFE...
A life lived fully in Christ.

Jeremy Davis7 said:Grace;

Who actually says they’ve "moved on" from that mess? Honestly, it sounds like you’re convinced he just kicked the bucket and went to some better place.

I'm with you on that one.
It’s kind of wild how we just breeze past the fact that, one day, the lights are going to go out for good. We go about our business like we've got forever, acting like we aren't all just ticking clocks. It's easy to ignore, I guess. Just easier than facing it.
Most people who cling to this whole idea of an immortal soul? They act like it’s just some simple system reboot. Like you just hit a button, everything resets, and you're back online. It's such a shallow way to look at it.

If they keep thinking like that, they’re going to end up making some seriously reckless calls in life. It’s all surface-level stuff. They aren't actually thinking—they're just skimming the top.
They all love to talk about how death is going to "reset" everything. A great equalizer, right? They sit around dreaming about "starting over" through reincarnation, or—for those who don't buy into that whole cycle nonsense—just drifting off to some "peaceful place." It’s always the same old comforting fairy tale.

They say nothing in this life comes for free. Honestly? They’re right. Everything has a catch.

Free will? Yeah, right. As if.

Trust me, I know how this goes. It’s always going to hit you right where it hurts—your wallet. Especially around here...
Why would anything be any different outside of the bedroom? Honestly. It’s all the same mess everywhere else.
We carry our baggage everywhere we go. Doesn't matter where you land or what shape it takes—it just follows you. Always.

If that was supposed to be some high level of consciousness or the state of a soul... man, I don't even want to know what the bottom looks like. Here? The misery just keeps rolling on... it’s hitting the other side too. Specifically, those people who still haven't found what they're looking for. Peace. People spend their whole lives hunting for peace, and most of them never even get close. Honestly? Even death isn't a guaranteed escape. Sometimes, the torment just gets more intense, hitting you even harder once everything else is gone.

Most likely.

It really all comes down to how he crossed over—the nature of the transition itself. Was it violent? Sudden and jarring? A suicide? Or was it one of those peaceful, quiet departures? Honestly, that kind of thing can be a pretty solid indicator of what’s waiting for him on the other side. The other side..

What's that supposed to mean? You think I don't have an opinion on this? Honestly, I’m just sitting here wondering how we even got to this point. It's all a bit much, isn't it?

What’s the point of living a "perfect" life—you know, hitting all the marks, eating clean, staying out of trouble—if the exit is going to be a mess? Does it even matter how flawless you were on the inside if the way you go out is violent, sudden, or just plain agonizing? Or maybe it's the opposite... does a "peaceful" end somehow validate a life well-lived? I don't know. It feels like a cruel joke. You spend decades playing by the rules, only for the universe to decide whether your final act is a quiet fade-out or a total disaster. What's the connection there? Honestly, it feels meaningless.

Look, I don't see any real difference between the guys staring down death on a battlefield and the ones fighting a terminal illness in some hospital bed. It’s all the same. Whether you're facing a bullet or a diagnosis, that raw courage? It’s identical. It's just different flavors of the same grim reality.
The way you die might change, sure, but that doesn’t mean you’re suddenly experiencing some "other plane of existence" the second your heart stops. It's not some cinematic transition to a different dimension. I'm not even talking about people who take their own lives—those folks just trying to escape the grind—but for everyone else? It's just lights out. No magic, no grand reveal. Just nothingness.

P.S.
Keeping your eyes on the prize—on that bigger picture out there—that’s really the only way to live. It keeps you from drifting. It acts like a compass, keeping you focused on what actually matters instead of getting lost in the noise. Honestly, it helps you stay grounded. You can participate in the world, sure, but without that perspective, you just end up being consumed by it. And trust me, nobody wants to be that guy.


I’m just sitting here counting down the days until it finally happens. I don't care how it goes down or what it looks like. People might think I'm being naive or whatever, but honestly? I can't wait.
Like a coiled spring. Ready to snap.

🙂

Here’s how I see it, though.
To me, that doesn't sound naive—it just sounds off. But hey, being "off" doesn't mean they aren't being sincere.
A person who actually knows what's up isn't sitting there impatiently waiting or wound up like a spring. Honestly, they just ride the wave with total peace, because they realize that inner calm is the only thing that actually matters.

They aren't out there wishing for anything, not even that specific moment, because they get that nothing comes from nowhere and there's nowhere else to go. They just exist right here, right now. That's where the magic happens, while everyone else is too busy worrying about the end of the road.

Whenever I think about the One who’s stolen my heart, my pulse just starts racing. It’s this overwhelming surge of joy that honestly, words can barely touch... it’s just full-on, top-to-bottom bliss.
In those moments, nothing else matters. No problem feels too big, no situation feels heavy.
There's just this tender, almost desperate anticipation of His will that rises to the surface, totally effortless.
When I say "tender," I mean it’s joyful... it’s almost more than I can handle.
It’s like you feel this sudden, frantic urge to just "run" toward Him right then and there...

To be completely honest with you... I don't spend a single second worrying about whether I'm "present" enough.

I’ve never really broken my head over that, nor have I ever felt the need to.

🙂

Jeremy Davis7 said:Grace;

Who actually says they’ve "moved on" from that mess? Honestly, it sounds like you’re convinced he just kicked the bucket and went to some better place.

I'm with you on that one.
It’s kind of wild how we just breeze past the fact that, one day, the lights are going to go out for good. We go about our business like we've got forever, acting like we aren't all just ticking clocks. It's easy to ignore, I guess. Just easier than facing it.
Most people who cling to this whole idea of an immortal soul? They act like it’s just some simple system reboot. Like you just hit a button, everything resets, and you're back online. It's such a shallow way to look at it.

If they keep thinking like that, they’re going to end up making some seriously reckless calls in life. It’s all surface-level stuff. They aren't actually thinking—they're just skimming the top.
They all love to talk about how death is going to "reset" everything. A great equalizer, right? They sit around dreaming about "starting over" through reincarnation, or—for those who don't buy into that whole cycle nonsense—just drifting off to some "peaceful place." It’s always the same old comforting fairy tale.

They say nothing in this life comes for free. Honestly? They’re right. Everything has a catch.

Free will? Yeah, right. As if.

Trust me, I know how this goes. It’s always going to hit you right where it hurts—your wallet. Especially around here...
Why would anything be any different outside of the bedroom? Honestly. It’s all the same mess everywhere else.
We carry our baggage everywhere we go. Doesn't matter where you land or what shape it takes—it just follows you. Always.

If that was supposed to be some high level of consciousness or the state of a soul... man, I don't even want to know what the bottom looks like. Here? The misery just keeps rolling on... it’s hitting the other side too. Specifically, those people who still haven't found what they're looking for. Peace. People spend their whole lives hunting for peace, and most of them never even get close. Honestly? Even death isn't a guaranteed escape. Sometimes, the torment just gets more intense, hitting you even harder once everything else is gone.

Most likely.

It really all comes down to how he crossed over—the nature of the transition itself. Was it violent? Sudden and jarring? A suicide? Or was it one of those peaceful, quiet departures? Honestly, that kind of thing can be a pretty solid indicator of what’s waiting for him on the other side. The other side..

What's that supposed to mean? You think I don't have an opinion on this? Honestly, I’m just sitting here wondering how we even got to this point. It's all a bit much, isn't it?

What’s the point of living a "perfect" life—you know, hitting all the marks, eating clean, staying out of trouble—if the exit is going to be a mess? Does it even matter how flawless you were on the inside if the way you go out is violent, sudden, or just plain agonizing? Or maybe it's the opposite... does a "peaceful" end somehow validate a life well-lived? I don't know. It feels like a cruel joke. You spend decades playing by the rules, only for the universe to decide whether your final act is a quiet fade-out or a total disaster. What's the connection there? Honestly, it feels meaningless.

Look, I don't see any real difference between the guys staring down death on a battlefield and the ones fighting a terminal illness in some hospital bed. It’s all the same. Whether you're facing a bullet or a diagnosis, that raw courage? It’s identical. It's just different flavors of the same grim reality.
The way you die might change, sure, but that doesn’t mean you’re suddenly experiencing some "other plane of existence" the second your heart stops. It's not some cinematic transition to a different dimension. I'm not even talking about people who take their own lives—those folks just trying to escape the grind—but for everyone else? It's just lights out. No magic, no grand reveal. Just nothingness.

P.S.
Keeping your eyes on the prize—on that bigger picture out there—that’s really the only way to live. It keeps you from drifting. It acts like a compass, keeping you focused on what actually matters instead of getting lost in the noise. Honestly, it helps you stay grounded. You can participate in the world, sure, but without that perspective, you just end up being consumed by it. And trust me, nobody wants to be that guy.


I’m just sitting here counting down the days until it finally happens. I don't care how it goes down or what it looks like. People might think I'm being naive or whatever, but honestly? I can't wait.
Like a coiled spring. Ready to snap.

🙂

Are you sitting there on the edge of your seat, just waiting for the hammer to drop? Good grief! 🙏

Don't go thinking I'm ignoring you, my sweet brother. 😁It doesn't really matter in the long run; everything eventually balances out, and everyone gets exactly what they deserve. The only difference is that for those whose deaths were sudden and violent—the kind that shouldn't happen, like a murder or a tragic accident—the journey is much harder and longer. Transition. If they weren't ready for it... The other side. ...and there is still so much more pulling them down and keeping them stuck right where they are.

Besides, that is precisely why we offer prayers for those who have passed—to seek peace for their souls, wouldn't you agree?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hiEX...eature=related
Leonard Cohen

😁
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9pjPIiUTVY
horror Bishke

Death is really just a label for when your physical life on this planet comes to an end (for now).
People tend to get hung up on the specific causes behind it. But at the end of the day, death is death, one way or another.
The real question is: how are you going to live? And how will you face the end?

Terry Doyle, oh Terry Doyle... where on earth did you come from?!!!

🤣

Jeremy Davis7 said:Terry Doyle, oh Terry Doyle... where on earth did you come from?!!!

🤣

😁

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Monty Python