I've nearly/should have been killed a couple times in my life, which has given me a rather fatalistic view of life and death. When it's your turn to go, you're going to go, and if it's not your turn then you can live through all kinds of destruction and mayhem.
As for what comes after death, I don't think that really matters. If there's an after life then great ... let's party. But if there is no after life, I won't know and therefore won't have the capacity to care even.
All in all, death doesn't scare me. It's living that scares me. All kinds of bad voodoo can happen while you're living, but when you're dead you're removed from all earthly perils and therefore most likely in a much safer place.
|