What do you believe happens when we die?

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’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.

Other people get sad.

I like the idea of being atoms that other people can breathe in, and fabulous worm food.

I like to think that my friends, my auntie and my mum are up there having a big party and that I could join them.

I don’t know and I don’t really care, because I’ll be dead, so it won’t really matter.

Earthly life is merely the infancy of our soul. What comes after physical death is, I imagine, like returning home.

A nice long rest.

We watch over those we love.

We don’t die. We change realms. Life is eternal. Living is not. Live while you are alive.