The question
What do you believe happens when we die?Originally asked
The Guardian, to a different person each week, The Q&A
A recurring late-stage question in The Guardian Q&A, with materially different answers on publisher-hosted pages.
You answer as yourself. Nobody on FLAPSS answers as anybody else.
I really hope there is a big pearly gate.
The Q&A, The Guardian, 21 December 2024 source ↗
I will let you know when I find out.
I’d never been envious of those who believe in an afterlife until now. It would be so much cosier than dissolution. She’s gone to the next room. Nope, can’t manage it. She’s gone to dust and rubble. Gone nowhere. No where to go to. No she to go to it. Much easier to be convinced you will be met in Elysian fields by a thousand virgins, or drink from fountains of Manhattans. I can’t even get close to what they call faith, though I quite see Pascal had a point.
Hopefully we have life in the minds and hearts of the people we interacted with.
When my kids ask, “What happens when we die?” I say, “Do you remember the place you were in before you were born? I think we go back there.”
Patience is not my forte.
A Vivienne Westwood & Burberry two-piece suit I bought for a press night. At the time I was: “Yeah, of course I’m going to be a 30-inch waist for the rest of my life.” Now the trousers don’t fit.
Bad personal hygiene.
Dying: I’m too iconic to go.
Fun, fab and fearless.
Falling flat on my face in Billy Elliot on Boxing Day when I was 14. I fell smack bang at the end of my number. I was mortified.
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