I think we’re definitely gone, but I do think people leave traces everywhere from what they did in life, and live on and continue to make an impact through the ripple effect of that.

Our friends are sad and miss us for a bit but, hopefully, they find other people at the party.

I don't believe in an afterlife. I don't believe in a single or multiple godhead. I respect people who do, but I don't believe it myself. But there's a big but which enters in here. I am much more conscious than I ever was, for obvious reasons, of what it will mean to people left behind once I'm dead. It won't mean anything for me. But it will mean a lot to them. ... So in one curious way I've come to believe in the afterlife as a place where I still have moral responsibilities, just as I do in this life except that I can only exercise them before I get there. Once I get there, it'll be too late.

I have never been able to become an atheist and, even though I know it is completely irrational and cannot be backed up, I think when I die I’m going to glory.

“Oh, she giggled, didn’t she?”

I don’t think you could print it, it’s so bad.

That fear and excitement sometimes feel quite similar and you can misinterpret one for the other.

An air traffic controller.

Oversharing my personal life, but here we are, oversharing!

Working on myself. I’m a work in progress to the end.