Where do people go when they die?

We go into flowers and trees once our casket dissolves. Probably the drinking water too. OMFG you just drank part of my dad.

But who knows? Embrace life. What is the point in worrying about the inevitable?

6 feet under ground. Usually.

Is it Boston?

I think thats the point when we pretty much stop going anywhere.

When I die, I want go to KFC, Nandos or subway. Eat as much as I want without getting fat or less hungry.. lol

@pjanaway….. Hahahaha, go into KFC like that & they’d probably cover you in the Colonels secret coating & deep fry ya!

Cemetery.

It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man, “Tell me about the day you died.”

The man said, “Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but couldn’t find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died.”

St. Peter couldn’t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in.

He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. “Well, sir, it was awful,” said the second man. “I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!”

St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job.

“Tell me about the day you died?”, he said to the third man in line.

“OK, picture this, I’m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator…”

Usually, the morgue.

I don’t know where you go, but I know what you get…..

a cigarette

Philadelphia.

Six feet underground, in a vault next to the remains of my beloved. The final date on my half of the stone will be 2010. I hope at an irrational level that we will be reunited, at least in spirit, but logically I know that this is all bullshit. Her life-force was released randomly into the cosmos, feeling no further pain. My life is worthless to me and I just want to be wherever she is, even if only rotting in an underground vault.

If you’ve been buried, you decay inside a box that’s designed to last for decades, if not longer, as if that somehow will negate the fact that you’re busily rotting away inside said box.

If cremated, you wind up as a surprisingly large amount of ash and chunky bits of bone.

Personally, I hope to be eaten by some sort of scavenger shortly after I die of natural causes – that way, something good will come of it.

(If you’d like a fascinating and entertaining read about what happens to our bodies after death, Stiff by Mary Roach is one of my favorite books.)

@syz I like your thinking. As my demise will most likely result from a walk in the woods with a bottle and pistol, the scavengers can have me. Whatever fragment may be found can be put in the vault next to my wife.

The lucky ones go to the movies; the sinners go to Congress.

@stranger_in_a_strange_land She still lives in your memory. If you kill yourself, you kill all that remians of her.

Pittsburgh

Purgatory?

@robaccus The good she did for others will live on in their lives. I was merely the protector and provider that enabled that superior lady to thrive and do those wonderful things. I, myself am nothing.

You are something! She saw it, we see it! You can contribute something more to the world; you’ve done it here! There are other options, other ways to contribute, too. I think she’d be very sad if she saw you throwing your life away for want of her when there are other people in the world who would love you, and being blinded to your true value and capabilities.

Please reconsider.

@stranger_in_a_strange_land Be careful with thoughts like those. If you can go on day by day, it does get easier.You can benefit others in life perhaps in her memory. If you set up some memorial of some kind in her name and work to make it mean something, part of her lives on. The stage your at really sucks, but believe me, it does get a little easier.

@stranger_in_a_strange_land I agree with the last two comments. From what you say, you were her bedrock, and her partner in those wonderful things she did. In some fashion, albeit without her presence, you can continue those things in her honour. And though this sounds trite, wouldn’t she want you to do so?

@stranger_in_a_strange_land I have a clue what kind of pain you are experiencing, but if you act on that, it ends everything. It ends your pain, but it also ends the potential good you can do in the future.I look back and realize the positive affects I have had on others lives, and if I had given in to some of my thoughts back then, I never would have helped make my corner of the world a little better place.

@Adirondackwannabe @robaccus @aprilsimnel I’ve just had a major setback. My lady’s female partner (we had a complex relationship); a twentysomething fem. She is now saying that it would be “inconvenient and complicated” if I were to move back to the farm. The house is half hers (she was our joint and separate heiress), although the farm itself belongs to me alone. Although I have every legal right to, I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted.
My academic plans are also on the rocks. I’m beginning to realize that I was only accepted back into the doctoral program out of respect for my family, who were major benefactors of the college. My academic skills are thirty years out of date. Much research and most writing is done today using computers; my knowledge of such things is less than most ten year olds. Much classwork and research today is done team-fashion and my Aspergers Syndrome rules out my working that way. I’m being taken on as a sort of “legacy” and would be allowed to play at being an academic as long as I pay the $40k yearly, without any real intention of ever awarding me a PhD.

I’m truly sorry to be such a “downer”. Perhaps I should just sign off and never return.

@stranger_in_a_strange_land You’re dealing with a lot of issues at a bad time. Your skills and syndrome may actually allow you to stand apart from the crowd and come at solutions from a different angle. Historically, its always been an individual that “thought outside the box” at the time that stands out for discoveries. I don’t know what to say about the other woman. Is there enough land to put up another house, if your codes allow it? What other things are you interested in that might become feasible to pursue for a vocation? I’m always amazed at the different things people around here come up with as hobbies, passions etc and they turn them into a way to make a living. We don’t think your a downer, you going thru some things that are tough. This isn’t a good time to be contemplating drastic action, as if there was a good time. Take it one day at a time right now. Don’t be concerned with what’s coming in the future for now.

@Adirondackwannabe There are several houses on the farm already. I just don’t want to be where I don’t feel welcome. I have independent income; for me it’s a feeling of uselessness. Fate seems to have cast me now as an eccentric hermit in a cabin in the north woods. Books, classical music and Fluther are the sum total of my life now.

@Adirondackwannabe – Hear, hear!

@stranger_in_a_strange_land – You can reach out to others who need help in your community with whatever skills you have. Don’t worry that you’re a burden. You are not to us. You have something to give, no matter what one person may say to you. That girl is only one person. You have agency to change things. All you have to make is one phone call to a volunteer agency in your area. That helped me when I was depressed, and it turned out I had a lot of skills to share with people who needed me. And then I got some counseling as well. It really is one day at a time, one little thing at a time.

@stranger_in_a_strange_land Any of those areas you could pursue as a vocation? How about volunteer work? I’m tempted to tell the woman to stuff it? It’s your property.

I’ve been told a number of times that I am going straight to hell. We’ll see.

@Silhouette I’ll see you there. ;)

@augustlan Great, looking forward to it. :o)

@Silhouette @augustlan According to Mark Twain, the company is more interesting there.

@stranger_in_a_strange_land You bring the graham crackers, augustalan can bring the marshmallows, I’ll bring the chocolate bars and the good pot. We can catch a buzz and make S’mores.

Sinful people go to the hot place. That’s right! We’re talking Vegas!

They go to a great big lake of fire and fry.

Sorry I couldn’t resist.

Worm food, ‘thwise.

@Silhouette And Meghan will be waiting for us with the best suite already reserved and getting the latte ready.