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Re: Death
« Reply #30 on: October 08, 2021, 10:52:45 AM »
Hope I look sexy when I die though, like out dancing the night away doing the worm (gotta learn that first) and I'm not like jerking off caught dead with my dick in my hand or something.

I don't fear death; whatever is going to happen to me will happen to me.  I do fear missing out on stuff.  There's still a lot of life that I'd like to live, and that'll probably always be the case.  It would be interesting to live forever and see how this all plays out, but without some way to speed things up and only see the highlights living forever sounds awful.

That said, I'd love to go out in a funny way.  A dignified death only serves me, and I'll be dead, what do I care?  But dying in a way that will bring others happiness?  That would kick ass.

I also think the idea of putting bodies in expensive boxes...It just seems wasteful...I don't need to take up any more space.
I completely agree.  I've told my wife that if I go before my parents to rent a casket if she can because my mom would want a funeral, and funerals are for the still living after all to help them cope with the loss.

But after that I want my body to be donated to science, either a body farm type thing, or for medical students, or any other sort of research.  I'd like to have what remains actually go towards helping the living, if just a little bit.

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No. You stop that.  I won't shame anyone's religion, but I will shame pseudoscientific nonsense that people propagate as a way to get rich and take advantage of vulnerable people.

I really think we should be acknowledging death more than we do in our society, not just death as being the end of life but being a core reason to make the world better and be good to eachother while we are here.
This is really the takeaway for me.  I've been an asshole in the past, and lately I've been realizing that it's so much easier and more rewarding to not be a dick and make someone else's day worse.  It literally takes no effort because you're essentially not doing an action.  I've also been trying to actively make life better for others, raising awareness about my addiction and mental issues so hopefully others get help sooner than I did.  Trying to do the most good I can with my job.  Just trying to leave the world a bit better than I found it generally.  Today is the best time to be alive, and that will continue to be true, and if I can help make it better for when I'm not around, I'll be pretty happy I think.

There are larger systemic issues that I can only do so much with, and I know they'll improve and things will get better, but I have become a bit impatient with how slow things have moved to make the world better for everyone.  We're not even a blip in the timeline of the universe. Our time here is very brief, I truly want it to be as good as it can be for every human that is alive or will live.

I really think that's my biggest regret, I'll never get to see what I really want most.
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Re: Death
« Reply #31 on: October 08, 2021, 11:13:28 AM »
This thread has made me chuckle at times and made my throat feel tighter at times. Youíre all good people.

I grapple with what happens after we die a lot, but I just try to leave the world a slightly better place than it was.

I never got to say goodbye to my dad. I was 16 when I lost him. He went to work in the morning before I woke up for school and had an aneurysm before I got to lunch. He was brain dead before he or we got to the hospital. I remember my mom asking me what I thought he would have wanted - to hold onto some vague, 1/1,000,000,000,000th of a percent chance that one day, tomorrow, next week, year, of decades from now heíd wake up and everything would be fine, or to say goodbye. I know what my dad would have wanted. I got to have a chat with him the night before the aneurysm and thank him for -something-, I donít remember what. But I said I love him and he paused, as I was 100% at that dumb teenage age when you donít say that kind of thing a lot. I knew it touched him and he said it back.

I havenít done a lot of things that I think should make my parents particularly proud of me over the years, but I have definitely tried to live a life where I can hopefully impact peopleís lives on a good note more often than not. That is how one lives forever, I think. I learned it from my dad, and especially from that last memory. Iím glad I said what I said then and not held it back, or worse, had a fight with him. Iím glad the last moment I remember with him is him smiling and telling me he loves me too, and I hope most memories I leave with people are the good ones.

I hope what happens when we die is some form of reincarnation. But who knows? It could be nothing. It could be the forever sleep. It could be heaven.

Itís probably not heaven.

Sorry for rambling. Hope you all have a good day.
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Re: Death
« Reply #32 on: October 08, 2021, 11:30:59 AM »
i've been meaning to get into this thread and read and maybe comment, but just haven't had the time...i'm looking forward

still, when i came across this article and this story, and this beautiful and tragic photo, i wanted to share it, and this thread came to mind: "Ndakasi with her caretaker Andre Bauma, before her death days later"



"She passed away in the arms of one of the rangers who rescued her as a baby, Andre Bauma, at a gorilla orphanage at Virunga - Africa's oldest national park - in the Democratic Republic of Congo."

here's a link to the article:

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-africa-58826986

i'm trying to describe how this story and image make me feel--how inspiring it is to see this connection between man and gorilla (we're such destructive shits, and owe them and other species so much at this point), how sad i am at her death and his loss, how happy i am that he is there for her at the end--but i'm really just at a loss...

...apologies if this is way off--i'm not trying to derail anything here...


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Re: Death
« Reply #33 on: October 10, 2021, 12:20:53 PM »
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My money is on it being the same as before you were born. If there isn't a "pre-heaven", I personally am not just going to assume there is one in the end.

Hope I look sexy when I die though, like out dancing the night away doing the worm (gotta learn that first) and I'm not like jerking off caught dead with my dick in my hand or something.

Odds are on dick in my hand though
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About 8 years ago, a friend of mine talked about exactly this scenario and the dude deleted all of his porn collection and has vowed to never whack it again. He told me there was nothing worse than the idea of cops kicking in his door and seeing his dead hand giving himself a kung fu grip.
My dad once told me a story about when he was a cop in Seattle in the 80s. He had to do a wellness check on some elderly guy whose girlfriend was worried about him. They wound up finding him with a chair in his bed, legs propped up on the chair, surrounded by porno mags with his dick in his hand.

Heartwarming, really.

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Re: Death
« Reply #34 on: October 10, 2021, 12:23:14 PM »
You really haven't experienced death though, until you find someone in their bed, green and black, bloated with their skin sloughing off. Mom living downstairs and the autistic nephew upstairs, and it took a neighbor to call after not seeing the guy for a few weeks...

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Re: Death
« Reply #35 on: October 10, 2021, 12:30:08 PM »
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Re: Death
« Reply #36 on: October 10, 2021, 04:19:01 PM »
Iím in this weird suicidal stage where I donít want to kill myself because I still find beauty and comfort into the simple things of life, but I would accept death if it came over me. I wouldnít fight it, I would recognise that my time has come and embrace it. Eternal life sounds like a horrible, horrible thing to wish for. Life after death sounds like boredom, no thanks. A single life is more meaningful than a constant repetition of resurrections, you only live once, make sure you earn it and spread good things around you. Thanks for all the true talk ITT, this forum is a good place

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Re: Death
« Reply #37 on: October 11, 2021, 09:48:01 AM »
I almost died when I was four. I lived in Cairo, Egypt and one day after soccer practice I did something dumb and drank water from a hose because I was super thirsty. I contracted Dysentery aka the GI Shits, I spent the next week or so shitting my soul out with no mercy on my tender butthole. I remember my Mom crying and fully preparing herself for me to die, I remember her yelling at my Dad 'Why did you take us here? Is your job worth losing your child'? I felt so bad. She was driving around frantically trying to find a store that carried Pedialyte or Similac until she found something similar at a pharmacy. I remember pounding that nutrient/electrolyte water so hard I practically beer-bonged it. My memory is hazy of the whole incident but my Mom told me that I was skinnier than I've ever been in my life and I was fully delirious at one point, talking to people who were not there including my deceased Grandmother. So early in life I was put on to some spiritual/paranormal happenings and have held a lifelong fascination with death. Terminal Diarrhea almost put me in the sky

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Re: Death
« Reply #38 on: October 11, 2021, 11:27:15 AM »
Death...

Right on. Other than my granddad and my parents friends, I didn't experience death in close proximity until I was in my mid 20s when my friends started dying of drug overdoses. My uncle who was a junky with a failed liver and hep C, was on deaths door for half a decade but somehow, every time the hospital called to say "come see Mike, this is it," he pulled through. Then my grandmother got cancer, did the chemo thing, beat the cancer, but the chemo made her body so weak that one night she fell getting out of bed and died a few days later. After that, it was like flood gates opened and a rainbow of death began to shine around me. Some rich kid killed my uncle in a hit and run soon after my grandmother died. From then on it has seemed like every year, a family member and at least 2 kids I grew up with/skated with/musicked with has died. It's been a long period of grieving that really popped off over the past few months. Most of these people who have died were suffering, so at least they're not suffering anymore, but it's still a strange thing to wrap the mind around. I think about them, I miss them sometimes. I remember what we used to do. I wonder what was going on for them. And still, I can't help but think that at least they're not suffering anymore.

When I was 18 I got hit by a car and was almost killed. I definitely had what could be classified as a Near Death Experience with a sense of a whitish-bright space, my being/soul floating the physical earth. It wasn't scary, it was more likely similar to some states that I experience these days when I've been sitting in a strong meditation, a sense of awareness "Ah, there's so and so. I'm right here. I see..." there wasn't any value attached, just, like I said, a sense of awareness or presence. I've experienced similar sensations while ingesting psychedelics, the most predictably similar being DMT.

I enjoy being alive. Loving my family. Loving my partner. I enjoy breathing clean air and swimming in clear water. I get off on meditation and skateboarding and playing music. I dig learning new things. I enjoy eating food that has myriad flavor. I love waking up in the morning and stretching. I want to keep teaching people and collaborating, connecting as humans. I don't want to die yet, and while I'm kind of afraid of long time, agonizing pain, I don't think I'm afraid of dying. I don't believe in heaven or hell, suffering after death. Maybe my energy, as such is neither created nor destroyed, contributes to something else. Worm food>bird food>fertilizer>plant food>people food. Maybe the impact I make on individuals carries the mental energy forward along the whole of existence. Who knows, maybe I'll be terrified when the time comes, maybe not. All I know is that through experience, NDE or those life flashing before your eyes when you fall down a rock face waterfall and somehow land on a small outcropping, is that I haven't been afraid or in pain until after the event occurs, and in the case of death, there's no space left to be in pain or in fear.

I'm trying to live pretty fully and in preparation for a good death. Trying to be aware that it's inevitable and that I can get ready for it. Teachings of the Buddha, through Thich Nhat Hanh's book, No Death, No Fear, really made a lot of sense for me back around the time folks in my sphere seemed to start dying with eerie regularity. Y'all can probably find a free PDF if you're interested.
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Re: Death
« Reply #39 on: October 11, 2021, 01:02:32 PM »
This thread has been a really great read, but lead me to ponder a question...

Should we fear death? Also, should we actively discourage the option of suicide?

In regards to question #1, I feel like the immediate and most rational answer is yes, as it motivates you to make the most of life, especially if you believe there is no afterlife, so this is your only shot.

Iíd like to think I believe that, but upon reflection, I donít think I actually do.

My parents had me in their early 40ís so growing up, I had a handful of uncles, grandparents and close relatives pass away. For most of them I was either too young to comprehend it or too far removed from the individual to really feel a type of way about it.

The first death that really hit me was in my junior year of high school, when my neighbor and good friend passed away in a single car accident. Not to speak out of turn, but it was suspected to be a suicide but never publicly regarded as such. Knowing him, it was entirely possible and in my opinion, likely.

That death really hit me. He was a year older than me and was a great dude who made a huge impact on me growing up and I really felt for his family, specifically his sister who is still a close friend of mine.

But as someone who has battled some mental problems in the past and had a close call or two with carrying through with an irreversible choice, I just donít think I could whole heartedly dissuade someone from suicidal ideation.

If a friend came to me right now saying they wanted to kill themselves, I would obviously be there for them and talk it out in whatever manner they wished, and would selfishly not want them to carry through with it given how much I enjoy them in my life.

But thatís exactly it, itís a ďselfishĒ motivation. Given I donít know the pain theyíre going through, who am I to tell them not to do it? Who am I to play police and tell them whatís right and whatís wrong? Or lastly, who am I to prioritize the pain and sorrow Iíd feel over the tremendous hardships theyíre going through. Something about that just feels morally wrong.

Of course we canít make suicide a socially popular and viable option or else people would be dropping like flies over pretty trivial matters, but also how can we actively regard it culturally as an irreversible ďmistakeĒ. Do we prioritize the family and friends wishes over the actual victims suffering? If so, how do we justify that?

Heavy question I know, but Iím curious what some of you wiser, more introspective folks have to say on the topic. Again, great thread that really got me thinking, nothing but love for all of yíall!


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Re: Death
« Reply #40 on: October 11, 2021, 02:38:59 PM »
I'm pretty young (20) but never really thought about death that much. Like I knew it was there but I never felt afraid, kind of just assumed that it was just the end. Never felt scared about it. Then I was at a party a few weeks ago, some stupid bullshit, and it just hit me that everyone is going to die. I remember imagining everyone I know dying and for some reason those people (friends, ex-gfs, etc) really frightened me. I'm less panicky about it now but it's always in the back of my head. I don't know what to think. It's definitely good to be kind. It must be.

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Re: Death
« Reply #41 on: October 11, 2021, 03:12:43 PM »
The idea that thereís an afterlife is a concept that was constructed by humans for basically two reasons - as a way to police behaviour while alive, and also as away to ease the pain of losing someone you care about/ease the fear of death. I firmly believe youíre just done, since the devices that create your thoughts etc while alive are well understood by science and when you die those devices no longer function. Iím not in the least bit scared of death. I feel like life is agonizingly long, Iím down to check out any time and perfectly happy to simply cease existing. I think my father feels the same way about death, but my mother leans a bit more towards thinking maybe thereís more to it. I kind of feel like believing in god etc is a lapse in logic based on fear, but it is what it is and there seems to be more people who believe in an afterlife than not.

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Re: Death
« Reply #42 on: October 11, 2021, 04:13:59 PM »
This thread has made me chuckle at times and made my throat feel tighter at times. Youíre all good people.

I grapple with what happens after we die a lot, but I just try to leave the world a slightly better place than it was.

I never got to say goodbye to my dad. I was 16 when I lost him. He went to work in the morning before I woke up for school and had an aneurysm before I got to lunch. He was brain dead before he or we got to the hospital. I remember my mom asking me what I thought he would have wanted - to hold onto some vague, 1/1,000,000,000,000th of a percent chance that one day, tomorrow, next week, year, of decades from now heíd wake up and everything would be fine, or to say goodbye. I know what my dad would have wanted. I got to have a chat with him the night before the aneurysm and thank him for -something-, I donít remember what. But I said I love him and he paused, as I was 100% at that dumb teenage age when you donít say that kind of thing a lot. I knew it touched him and he said it back.

I havenít done a lot of things that I think should make my parents particularly proud of me over the years, but I have definitely tried to live a life where I can hopefully impact peopleís lives on a good note more often than not. That is how one lives forever, I think. I learned it from my dad, and especially from that last memory. Iím glad I said what I said then and not held it back, or worse, had a fight with him. Iím glad the last moment I remember with him is him smiling and telling me he loves me too, and I hope most memories I leave with people are the good ones.

I hope what happens when we die is some form of reincarnation. But who knows? It could be nothing. It could be the forever sleep. It could be heaven.

Itís probably not heaven.

Sorry for rambling. Hope you all have a good day.

Sorry to hear about your fatherís sudden passing. My mother died over a period of 5 years (Parkinsonís) so we watched her slipping away so even though it was worse for her it was better for me and my dad because we were able to slowly say goodbye. I can say that I didnít really know my dad as a person until my mom died because they were a unit before then. Loosing your dad at 16 means you only knew him as your dad and not as a friend which is what a parent can become once they are no longer taking care of you. Anyway, dying suddenly is better for the person who dies and worse for the family.

Regarding belief in the afterlife, I canít fault anyone who believes in heaven. I was told at a young that there is no god. My friends went to church on SundayóI have never attended mass. Brainwashing plays a major role. I was brainwashed to believe there is no god and people who grew up in the church were told there was. I do think it is more likely to loose faith than gain it. I would have to witness a miracle to believe in god.

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Re: Death
« Reply #43 on: October 11, 2021, 05:23:31 PM »
Good point. I was baptised and raised in a catholic family, both sides are somewhat religious , and from birth to 18-19 I would follow my parents to mass every Sunday. I never really got into religion though, even as a small kid, I always saw mass and religion as this thing I have to go to and pretend to like to please mom and dad. Fortunately I was blessed by great parents who accept that Iím not interested in religion and faith like they are, but I still respect their beliefs though. I guess some of us are just totally un phased by religion no matter our upbringing and social context. I still like going to mass to draw people attending, plus our priest is a young guy whoís into positive scriptures instead of the same old ę repent before you die Ľ routine they serve older churchgoers as usual, hah. So yeah, religion can be a kind of moral compass but that never had any impact on how I treat others, I built mine meself through experience and observation, and also because kindness feels nice, itís awesome to help others, I donít need a stupid promise of eternal boredom sitting on a cloud and singing or something, being a decent person and having a good time with friends is enough.

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Re: Death
« Reply #44 on: October 12, 2021, 06:37:12 AM »
My mom raised us catholic and my dad just stayed out of the way. He'd come to mass on Christmas and if one of my cousins was getting baptized, but that was is. I went to catechism (sunday school during the week) like once a week from kindergarten up until I think 7th grade. I was even an alter boy a few times and my brother sang in the choir at Christmas. This was just one of the many activities my mom just signed me up for and I went along with. 8th grade was confirmation, and at that point I had figured out how people use god to control others and I was out. This was also the time I discovered skating and punk rock and stopped playing all the sports and other activities my mom always signed me up for, and basically became a total badass. Just kinda told my mom it wasn't for me and that was that.

I don't really have any terrible stories for Catholic church, other than I just figured that it wasn't my thing. I've been to other churches since then and honestly, I prefer the ridged tradition of a catholic mass compared to whatever kind of church has a band and a charismatic pastor. Catholic mass you can kinda zone out and just chill, christian rock churches feel much more culty. My wife's family all went to this local church with a band and the cool pastor, and everyone knew everyone. My wife was into it for a while and I think it was her way of belonging with her family, and I went to make her happy. It was also around the time my brother was working through the only treatment program that actually gave him long term sobriety, which was a christian based program (he played in the fucking band!). Anyway, the people at the church I went to with my wife all knew that I was a non believer and they made it their mission to convert me. I'm way too polite and entertained it for way too long. I went to small little bible study groups that met once a week, but never even got close to becoming a believer. My wife and I did a couples group with the pastor and his wife and two other couples. The group ended about six months before we were getting married and my wife asked the pastor if he would do the ceremony, to which he said something like "as a christian man, I can't marry a christian woman to a non believer" and something about how us living together and having sex goes against his vows as a pastor. I didn't care, I never really liked the guy, but my wife was super pissed and we never went back to church.

Since then we've learned a whole bunch of shady shit about his family. His son-in-law who was the leader of the youth group for years molested his youngest daughter when she was 13. The pastor, his wife, and his oldest daughter whos married to the creep, all knew about it and kept it from his other two sons (and everyone else). The youngest daughter is probably mid 20s now, probably the most down to earth one, but I guess she rushed into a marriage with an abusive dude, then came out about her brother-in-law molesting her, and I guess it's been a shit show.

So that's my experience with the church...

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Re: Death
« Reply #45 on: October 12, 2021, 11:07:35 AM »
My mom raised us catholic and my dad just stayed out of the way. He'd come to mass on Christmas and if one of my cousins was getting baptized, but that was is. I went to catechism (sunday school during the week) like once a week from kindergarten up until I think 7th grade. I was even an alter boy a few times and my brother sang in the choir at Christmas. This was just one of the many activities my mom just signed me up for and I went along with. 8th grade was confirmation, and at that point I had figured out how people use god to control others and I was out. This was also the time I discovered skating and punk rock and stopped playing all the sports and other activities my mom always signed me up for, and basically became a total badass. Just kinda told my mom it wasn't for me and that was that.

I don't really have any terrible stories for Catholic church, other than I just figured that it wasn't my thing. I've been to other churches since then and honestly, I prefer the ridged tradition of a catholic mass compared to whatever kind of church has a band and a charismatic pastor. Catholic mass you can kinda zone out and just chill, christian rock churches feel much more culty. My wife's family all went to this local church with a band and the cool pastor, and everyone knew everyone. My wife was into it for a while and I think it was her way of belonging with her family, and I went to make her happy. It was also around the time my brother was working through the only treatment program that actually gave him long term sobriety, which was a christian based program (he played in the fucking band!). Anyway, the people at the church I went to with my wife all knew that I was a non believer and they made it their mission to convert me. I'm way too polite and entertained it for way too long. I went to small little bible study groups that met once a week, but never even got close to becoming a believer. My wife and I did a couples group with the pastor and his wife and two other couples. The group ended about six months before we were getting married and my wife asked the pastor if he would do the ceremony, to which he said something like "as a christian man, I can't marry a christian woman to a non believer" and something about how us living together and having sex goes against his vows as a pastor. I didn't care, I never really liked the guy, but my wife was super pissed and we never went back to church.

Since then we've learned a whole bunch of shady shit about his family. His son-in-law who was the leader of the youth group for years molested his youngest daughter when she was 13. The pastor, his wife, and his oldest daughter whos married to the creep, all knew about it and kept it from his other two sons (and everyone else). The youngest daughter is probably mid 20s now, probably the most down to earth one, but I guess she rushed into a marriage with an abusive dude, then came out about her brother-in-law molesting her, and I guess it's been a shit show.

So that's my experience with the church...

Oh boy. Yeah I gave a pretty rosy view of the church didnít IÖ so for context Iím in France and letís just say shady doesnít begin to describe what goes on behind closed doors, in the past decade weíve had like dozens of scandals involving entire sections of french catholic leaders covering up pedos. Repeatedly. My appreciation of religion really bogs down to art, architecture and the few texts that say ďhey just be nice to others and be a good eggĒ, fuck the rest. Also fuck Christian rock that shit can crash and burn, every car trip my mom would blast that horrible drivel on the stereo yuck 🤢

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Re: Death
« Reply #46 on: October 13, 2021, 11:55:24 AM »
This thread has been a really great read, but lead me to ponder a question...

Should we fear death? Also, should we actively discourage the option of suicide?

In regards to question #1, I feel like the immediate and most rational answer is yes, as it motivates you to make the most of life, especially if you believe there is no afterlife, so this is your only shot.

Iíd like to think I believe that, but upon reflection, I donít think I actually do.

My parents had me in their early 40ís so growing up, I had a handful of uncles, grandparents and close relatives pass away. For most of them I was either too young to comprehend it or too far removed from the individual to really feel a type of way about it.

The first death that really hit me was in my junior year of high school, when my neighbor and good friend passed away in a single car accident. Not to speak out of turn, but it was suspected to be a suicide but never publicly regarded as such. Knowing him, it was entirely possible and in my opinion, likely.

That death really hit me. He was a year older than me and was a great dude who made a huge impact on me growing up and I really felt for his family, specifically his sister who is still a close friend of mine.

But as someone who has battled some mental problems in the past and had a close call or two with carrying through with an irreversible choice, I just donít think I could whole heartedly dissuade someone from suicidal ideation.

If a friend came to me right now saying they wanted to kill themselves, I would obviously be there for them and talk it out in whatever manner they wished, and would selfishly not want them to carry through with it given how much I enjoy them in my life.

But thatís exactly it, itís a ďselfishĒ motivation. Given I donít know the pain theyíre going through, who am I to tell them not to do it? Who am I to play police and tell them whatís right and whatís wrong? Or lastly, who am I to prioritize the pain and sorrow Iíd feel over the tremendous hardships theyíre going through. Something about that just feels morally wrong.

Of course we canít make suicide a socially popular and viable option or else people would be dropping like flies over pretty trivial matters, but also how can we actively regard it culturally as an irreversible ďmistakeĒ. Do we prioritize the family and friends wishes over the actual victims suffering? If so, how do we justify that?

Heavy question I know, but Iím curious what some of you wiser, more introspective folks have to say on the topic. Again, great thread that really got me thinking, nothing but love for all of yíall!

I'll start off by saying I've considered suicide more than once.  The first time I was 12 and actually got prepared to do it.

Having been there, knowing that it is awful and you just want it to end, I still can't agree with you at all.  Suicide never only affects the person who has committed suicide.  I can understand it, and I don't have the outlook of "people who commit suicide are selfish assholes" I used to.  But it's something that I think should always be discouraged.

If we look at it as what it really is is, if you were to commit suicide, you would be murdering someone that all of your family and friends care about and love because they are making your life awful.  In what way is that acceptable?

Granted, it's not that simple.  People who commit suicide do so because either their life just seems completely impossible to deal with or they have a mental illness.  It can make sense why they would be suicidal, why it seems like the only option.  But far and away it's not.  They need help of some kind, whether it be help with their situation in life (acceptance by society/family, financial help, what have you) or medical help.  Every suicide is preventable, by which I don't mean stopping someone before they do it, but rather having help readily available in our society such that no one feels the need to consider suicide.

Beyond all of that, there are numerous people that are affected by every suicide, and it is usually worse than a normal death.  People wonder what they could have done differently to prevent the suicide.  Typically the effect of the suicide goes beyond immediate friends and family.  Those in society around them, medical and law enforcement professionals who have to deal with this traumatic experience, in addition to providing support to those directly affected by the suicide.

Add to that the fact that those close to you now have to deal with the burden of dealing with law enforcement and the media regarding the suicide, and their lives are forever changed by this act.

Even though I can completely understand suicide, and fear that I may someday take my own life, I still realize it's ultimately still a very selfish act that affects an untold number of people extremely negatively.  All for something that could ultimately be avoided.

I do agree we need to get rid of the stigma of suicide, much like we need to get rid of the stigma around mental health and anything outside of what people consider to be "the norm".  We need to discuss suicide, make it known that people can reach out for help whether they are suicidal or have been affected by suicide.  But I don't feel that we should ever "accept" suicide as an option, because it is such a wholly devastating thing that is 100% avoidable with the resources we have available to us today.

tl:dr, suicide should be discouraged, and every single suicide is an indication of society letting that person down in some way, shape, or form.
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Re: Death
« Reply #47 on: October 16, 2021, 03:43:15 AM »
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To answer a party question: I'd like to be the first person killed by a black hole. Supposedly, before spaghettification but after crossing the event horizon, you dont notice the transition until weird shit happens to the information around you. Light phenomenon is unworldy. If a form of self-awareness persists after death what might happen to it in such an uninhabitable space? Are you listening Elon?

I've been pondering the concept of venerable suicide lately.
If I reach an age when life is too physically challenging I would like to have prepared myself over my lifetime to end it in a way least burdensome to others.

Something reminds me of Ram Dass. His message "Be Here Now" is so subtle and powerful yet inevitably unattainable. with that being an empiric statement I'm motivated to arrange for a purposeful end of life.

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Exposure to anecdotes of NDEs and past life recollections has made me expect a few things. When you are in that process on transition from alive to "dead" you may have sense qualia similar to your usual experience.
Mainly sound and vision & the ability to communicate with entities. Likely you'll acknowledge an awareness of detachment from your body. You experience a life review where the immediate effects you had on people are experienced "through their eyes" to some extent. It's not at a real-time pace but the full experience of the review  sound thorough.
This made me wonder if I'll experience moments where I've addressed my future dead-self directly. Like a time capsule unlocked, its contents revealed and interpreted in a new light.

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« Reply #48 on: October 16, 2021, 04:47:59 AM »
with that being said. cky enthusiast you seem like the worst dude with a very low attention span, i mean you never have watched a skate video in its entirley, why dont you just shut the fuck up if you never have to say anyt

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« Reply #49 on: October 16, 2021, 04:54:31 AM »
with that being said. cky enthusiast you seem like the worst dude with a very low attention span, i mean you never have watched a skate video in its entirley, why dont you just shut the fuck up if you never have to say anyt