What happens when we die?

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Recorded Jon Snow said elsewhere, not written here
I will let you know when I find out.

The Q&A, The Guardian, 9 March 2024 source ↗

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Winston Churchill Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, 1940–1945 and 1951–1955; Member of Parliament 1900–1964
I cannot pretend to feel impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns. When I get to heaven I mean to spend a considerable portion of my first million years in painting, and so get to the bottom of the subject. But then I shall require a still gayer palette than I get here below. I expect orange and vermilion will be the darkest, dullest colours upon it, and beyond them there will be a whole range of wonderful new colours which will delight the celestial eye.
Recorded Essay first published in the Strand Magazine in 1921–22 and collected in Amid These Storms, 1932, Winston S. Churchill, Painting as a Pastime, Project Gutenberg Canada, 1932 source ↗
Neil Gaiman Author of fiction, comics and screenplays
I like the idea of being atoms that other people can breathe in, and fabulous worm food.
Recorded The Q&A, The Guardian, 21 October 2023 source ↗

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