This would sound stupid anywhere else but here (and maybe even here!) but I really thought I would never die. Shows how much I bought into that JW crap I guess. But as I'm advancing in years and embracing middle age, it's occurred to me recently that one day I will die. No more me. I've thought some about my father in law. I saw his body after his suicide. It was Bill, but Bill wasn't there anymore. Very odd.
Cognitively I can reason that this is a fear of the unknown, but still at a gut level it bugs me. What happens then? One day I'll find out. All I ask is I hope it doesn't hurt.