(Mods, please feel free to move if you think I've miscategorized this...) 1.When did you first remembering acknowledging your own mortality? 2.How does it make you feel to think about your death at this present moment? (EDITED FOR NECESSARY CLARITY!) 3.What should be done with your remains after you're not inhabiting them? Or have quit the oxy habit, kicked the bucket, ceased aerobic reaction, whatever... Just wondering... I work at a place where tissue is taken from deceased donors...and today I had to take in a cart for pickup and removal of surgical instruments today....The instruments are sterilized offsite and returned. The reason I had to do it myself is that one of the tissue techs had a dead guy in the prep room...I think they were either removing skin, or doing the wrap-up on the eye removal. Guy had a lot of abdominal fat and some AED pads stuck to his chest, so likely passed away from a heart attack. Poor guy, looked otherwise in okay health, and maybe only in his early 60's or even late 50's.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Since I don't see naked dead people every day at my job, it does tend to put me in a deeply thoughtful frame of mind. Eventually...hopefully a long while from now, it'll be me on a table somewhere. I'm signed up to donate everything...I won't be needing it, might as well recycle. And if they can't use me for transplant, I want to be a full anatomical donation-how surgeons learn their "chops," so to speak. If there's leftovers I want a green burial...I'd like getting wrapped in plain linen and buried...and I want them to plant a native-type sapling fruit tree over my head in lieu of a marker. I'm a fruit; it's appropriate.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! One of my sociology professors actually made me plan this out...the professor grew up with family that ran a funeral home...and so this was our term project...we had to come up with our funeral and how we wanted to be buried. Social science professors, I think they like to mess with your head...:bugeye:
Couldn't say. I really don't know. Happier. Remains? Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I've got a device taped to my heart so that when it stops the Sun will go nova. This will get rid of my "remains" and relieve all you poor slobs of the burden of existence without me around. Alternatively, I've got an organ donor card and they can just dump the leftovers behind the bins for collection on garbage day.
When a friend from school died from leukemia, aged 9. Death is a natural conclusion to life... it is not the death that I have any concern over, it is whether the process of dying is accompanied by a period of personal pain and suffering. When I have left this mortal realm then people can do whatever they want with my remains, as "I" will no longer exist.
When I died once after a allergic reaction to iodine, then I knew what death was for certain. I don't dwell upon it, I know it will eventually happen but I'm going to aliveand as functional as I can until then. Perhaps they will use them in some sort of medial research project , to better understand what cosmicreavellers actually are made up of. Or they will just creamate me, it won't really matter, after all I'm fucking DEAD! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Can we have clarification on your clarification please? Do you mean "How do you feel at this present moment about your own death?" or "How do you feel about dying right now?". In which my answer to the second is "Aaargh... cough, gasp".
Right...I seem to be causing confusion all over the place.:crazy: Sinusitis...it's the gift that keeps on giving...
One time when I was near death, and still waiting to be treated in hospital I "saw" a silvery string streching out that was "anchoring" me to this world somehow. I knew if it snapped it mean I was dead, but I wasn't concerned. The mind can do some weird things in extremis. It was beautiful though, like a stretchy string of silvered spider silk, but thicker, and almost fluid looking. I've never seen it since.
When the ortho doc rough-set my thoroughly-broken arm...everything got very white...like the whole world was unreal, and it was as if my "soul", my being, was being ripped into shreds and sucked into oblivion on this incredibly strong wind... Something in me screamed "NO! I'M NOT READY YET!", and the world slowly resolidified. It was terrifying. If I get to face that horrid, cold white wind again...that's frightening beyond comprehension, that that's how I'll end up... The whole rotting bit, I don't find that too bad, I compost.
i'm 43 and i have never acknowledged my mortality. i really don't think i'm ever going to die. i can't really tell you why i think that either. it's just the impression i've always gotten.
subconsciously with my first breath, after all if you don't get breathing right then you going to get dead fast. Limiting. I mean you know that to live is to die, after all without death how would we measure life or being alive? And every moment you are alive just moves death closer to occurring. I don't like the idea of donor ship, mainly because I have some reasoning into causality in the sense that if somebody was to get an organ from you, then you have to die, somebody in general has to die. We shouldn't need to rip parts from other people, we should really be funding more towards artificial replacements, then everyone's happy. Of course it doesn't have to be this way, we don't have to die, we don't have to age, we don't have to get diseases... But will we ever truly understand how those things can be stopped?
1. At least 40 years ago, before I was 10. 2. It's inevitable. Hope it's not a long drawn out and painful event. 3. Don't really care as I'll be dead. Science/medicine are welcome to anything that may be useful. Barring that, cremation or a glad bag on the curb come trash day.
1) don't know, probably before 18 when I tried to commit suicide 2) scared that what will happen when I die is that I will be stuck in the last instant for eternity. Sort of like the oposite of a black hole. Insted of the universe looking at me slowing as I aproch the event horizon to the point of spearing to be frozen as I aproch death the last instant slows to infinity. As there will be some pain no matter what this would lead to eternal torturePlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image! 3) leave it to science
Here's an esoteric question: would you donate your body to your most bitter enemy if he or she paid a reasonably large amount of cash to your surviving kin?
Come on, you shiftless cowards! Who will take the dollar? Yes? Who will give over their mortal remains to be ______ and _______, and maybe even _______ by their mortal foe? Come on, you lot. Everyone seems to think getting dumped by the curb is no big deal. All right, then - who's really committed to this perspective?
I don't recall exactly. In elementary school sometime. I'm not as young as I used to be and I've found, rather unexpectedly, that I've grown more relaxed about my death, not more fearful. My biggest concern is pre-death suffering. I'm likely to commit suicide, if I'm still able, when it becomes clear that my last illness has finally come. Whatever's least hassle for whoever's left. Cremation, I guess. I don't care a whole lot what happens to my corpse. Medicine can have any of my organs that might be useful to somebody.
