My daughter asked me earlier what happens when you die. Deep and meaningful is not my forte, so I deflected it back – what do you think happens? But she was adamant, she wanted my answer.
Nothing happens when you die. You just cease to exist. There is no Heaven, no Hell, no purgatory, no other realm, no afterlife, no reincarnation, no nothing. You exist only in the memories of others, and as a pile of dust. Your soul doesn’t carry on without you, everything you are just stops.
My daughter isn’t religious, altho she is more open minded than me. She would like to believe that there is a place where we will all meet up, another world almost. She read The Brief History of the Dead a while ago, which features a city where the dead live as they did in life until the last living person who remembers them also dies. It’s a nice idea, but not one I can buy into. And besides, I don’t want to live this life again – once is enough, thank you very much.
And, after all that, it’s time I curled up and finished my book of true ghost stories. I’m nothing if not a contradiction. And if you haven’t read The Brief History of the Dead, I recommend it.