We used to talk alot about theories concerning what happens when people die. I believed then and still believe that physical death isn't the end of existence. It's impossible for me to believe that when the heart stops and brain activity appears to stop, whatever a person 'is' has just disappeared. I cannot, no matter how hard I try, believe that all traces of who that person was, excepting the physical shell, are now gone. I can't believe it.
Energy has to go somewhere.
What's funny is that this line of thought runs contrary to my usual pragmatic sensibility. But I don't say that. Either way, the idea is that death is not the end, and that's a comforting thought. Makes it less scary. Well, that's not quite it for me because I'm not afraid of it like I used to be.