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death? no..

painful death...yes sir

because i've grown to accept that it is natural...death.

no religious reason

Personally, I am not afraid of death. I am young but i have already come to realize death is a natural, inevitable event every living thing in this universe will have to experience. To fear it is, in a way, pointless. You can only live your life the way you want so you can try to die happy.

As for the afterlife part, I am not terribly afraid of my soul not existing, I sometimes wonder if there is such a thing as a soul. If there is, my beliefs lean towards our souls becoming part of nature when we die, living on in our surroundings.

I have been close to death several times in my life and there is a rush of "concern" when one realizes he is about to die, but most of this is the need to "know" if it is happening for real, and concerns of the "did I leave the coffee machine on" variety.

When my father died, he fought it tooth and nail, and I can't really understand why. When my time comes (aside from an initial quibble or two) I hope to be ready will and anxious to move on.

I do not believe in any kind of afterlife.

No, I don't fear death. I don't think there is an afterlife, and even if nothing remains of my consciousness after I die, it will be a loss I can't possibly be aware of.

I was fine for the whole of eternity before I was born, and I'll be just as fine after I die.

Death like giving birth is just a normal natural stage to the circle of life so there is no need to fear it.I believe once we leave this skin sac we simply go some where else so I do not believe your soul can be annihilated.Its just like a deep down in side Knowing that I guess comes from a deep belief in Great Spirit or God what ever name you might give your God is not as important to me as simply knowing it is real.

I thought I'd share a poem to answer this question, it was a poem written by a friend of mine for a father's funeral. The father built houses (for context in poem):

Farewell, Father

The sky without my father

Is too bright; there are now no gentle clouds

To soften the glare of my own ending.

The voice of my thunder god

Has faded to ashen echoes and memories of high twirling.

As a child I climbed his back

Pulled his hair

Explored his ears...

Now I have out-climbed his falling mountain

The white of spirit and black of flesh have softened to gray...

He and I have become dominoes at his passing.

This larger pattern of falling may be pleasing to nature

But his fall --

His slow fade of releasing light --

For that I reserve the right to rail

At the first commandment carved on the womb:

Who we love we will watch die

Who love us will watch us die…

My loss is as deep as my love

And the agony of this endless ending

Is a hard price to pay

For such tenderness.

There is a cycle of life, perhaps

Our flesh may be born again

Our hair, eyes, stories, watches even -- passed on

We are circular winds of starlight

A larger pattern of falling pieces

But --

But so little of what matters to us

Is bound in mere matter…

We are deep layers of meaning

Our bodies are like prehistoric insects

Our histories drown them

In lakes of clear amber.

At death, the lake, the amber;

The deepest lacquer of our visible souls

Dries, vanishes, ashes in a whirlwind of blind renewal

And the body – the least important footnote of our histories –

That is recycled!

And the earth, which could wake and wonder at our memories

Dumbly accepts our shells

And calls itself content.

Now we know, really know of this loss

Tell me: why do we love?

There is a kind of immortality in detachment

(never feeling a death before our own --

it could remain a surprise, an accident,

a careening bus with a black cloak at the wheel…)

Or, knowing the wild grief of this falling

Would our love twist with the terror of impending loss?

Would such natural flowers wilt in the heat of our possessive greenhouses?

Life needs a balance -

No death would be no planning, no growth

Death too close would be no discipline, no sacrifice

-- for who does taxes in darkened hospitals? --

To live right, we must remember death at a distance...

Neither embrace nor evict it…

In the face of death

Neither a monk nor a wanton be

Death is the sibling of life

Not stalking

But approaching.

The seasons lie to us -- it is understandable

As children, we gaze up the flowing rungs of generations

New, squalling, we imagine no ladder, but a wheel –

Life runs, the generations roll round

And we feel like great-grandparents sprung new-bundled

From an unwintered twig.

The seasons lie to us

The seasons return because they do not live…

There is no spring to our individual winters

As snow falls on our heads, so we fall from life

To the endless ice of history.

So much is lost

Of course I remember you

But only as I saw you, as the beach knows the footprints

But not the foot

The surf

But not the ocean.

A thousand books a day could not contain your thoughts

I can keep only impressions

Not essentials.

When my father fell, his past fell

A burning map of where and what he had built

The constructed children of his calloused fingers

-- as important, perhaps, as those of his loins --

His houses stand, though the hand has fallen…

I have lost

Not the memory of my father,

But my father's memory...

This thousand-story library

This infinite vein of nightly mining

How little remains!

- what his second night with my mother was like

- the dark flash of a bee that flew into his eye

- the transparent whirlpool of a reddened sunrise

- the groaning bones of his most exhausted day…

The last time he whispered a secret

Did he know it?

Did he bid farewell to secrets?

This, all this can never be known

In the endless harvest of renewal

Each stalk, each soul is an ecosystem, a world, a universe

Blindly wiped.

For this, let us mourn what we have lost

But also, now, that no father stands between us and our ending

Dominoes now fall free to our own demise

Grief is deep glass

A window to what we have lost

A mirror of what we shall lose

And, when we fall…

What others will lose

In us.

By Stefan Molyneux

death?no

the process of death?yes

is it going to hurt?am i going to feel like i'm choking on my own air?is it going to go well?not so well?

once i'm dead[not that there's anything i can do]i won't fear anymore because i am now in a better place but the process of death kind of scares me.For example i would never want to die from a drug OD because i've heard its a slow painful numb body paralyzed spine aneurysm kind of death and i think i'll pass on that.So that would be my least favorite way to go.

Why should you fear death when you know after life do not exist ?

do not fear it. will we know we are dead? if there is life after death will we remember living before we died? as far as the soul part goes, that would mean nothing after death and we will not know we are dead anyway

We were given two promises by God: one, we would be born, two, we would die. Then God gives us two choices while we're living, to make the decision of where we go when we die, that's Heaven or Hell. And one more thing, the old Devil is afraid of God,too! Personally, Jesus died for us! His body endured more pain and suffering we won't never experience, He Hung Nailed and a Crown of Thorns on His Precious Human Flesh Body, then He Died! For All of Us, died for sins He never committed, Then in Three Days-He Rose! That He Did and God Our Father, has gave Us All That Same Invitation!

physical death i have no fear, because i accept it as a part of life.As death is the punishment of sin.it is man's imperfection.

But spiritual death is what i fear. i want to live eternally in heaven.