Do you think about death?

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A lot. At night when trying to sleep. I think about if I was to die, how would my partner react upon finding me? What would they do? How would his life be? What if he died first? How might it happen? What would I do if it was sudden? I couldn’t live without him. In fact I’d probably end it all. How many years do we have left together? What about my parents? Which will go first? How would they go? How would the other cope? Would I move them near me? What would I do in terms of funeral?

…so yeah. I think about it a lot.
 
I get scared when I think about what death actually is… eternal emptiness. 😬 if I think about it too much I feel overwhelmed and panicky. I can’t wrap my head around being gone FOREVER. Just nothing… for eternity.
Ive always felt like this but have never been able to explain it properly. I remember being much younger and pacing in my lounge head in hands trying to get the thoughts out of my brain.

I am lucky to have not had to deal with much death yet. But I don't think I could have children just in case they died. Sometimes I see people being happy or feel very happy myself and something switches inside me and I remember that none of it matters and I become anxious and upset. It's ruined a lot of things for me and I have no idea how or when it started.
 
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I don't really fear my own death - sometimes I just think of life as counting down the days till D-day, but I do fear other people's death. I hope I pass in my sleep honnestly.
 
That's a tough one.
I see it being similar to the days before you were born and going back to pre-born state. But I can't imagine my mind not being here anymore. It's the 'nothingness' that I fear.

I do think about how my death might happen. I fear tragic death but also prolonged pain.

Most of all, I fear for my kids. The thought of anything happening to them is unbearable and the thought of anything happening to me whilst the kids need me is hard.

And still regarding kids, I think about after death, my dad got buried. I have this everlasting guilt that I don't visit the grave as often as I should. I decided that I wanted to be cremated, as I wouldn't want my children having the same guilt.
I feel haunted by dead people, not physically but mentally. I feel constantly judged by those who have passed.

So, yes, I do think and fear death.
 
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If I think too much about life (and death) it freaks me the f out. What on Earth is the point of all the stuff we have to go through (being a child, working, school, depression, illness, marriage, happiness etc etc) for it all to be over in a flash and then it just be nothing forever. Sometimes I think it must be a joke because it’s so bizarre.
Off topic but I once (accidentally) took a load of ketamine (don’t ask I was a young 21 year old at uni thinking I was cool🤣) and I had the most insane trip where I found out it was all a game and when you die you go to a new world which is a lot more simple. I know it’s a load of crap but sometimes it reassures me and my husband jokes that maybe a bit of my brain was accidentally unlocked and I saw something I shouldn’t have 🤣😂
On a serious note however, I do always say, and 100% mean it, that getting older is such a privilege and you should try to enjoy every moment of your life as much as you can. One phone call can change your life forever as you know it, so try and find the light in the good parts 🌟
 
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I think about death a lot, as I work in a role which means I often deal with the emotions around end of life issues and bereavement.

It also helps me to talk about death outside of work and listen to others talk through their fears and wishes, which I don’t think it a bad thing :)
 
I think about all the ways I could die. And like what would happen after and all that. But don't fear it, whatever happens happens. (Obviously don't want to die though)
 
This may sound morbid. Each morning I check funeral notices of my local area. My husband thinks it's unhealthy. But i wake up glad to be alive especially when I see those who die so young. It also reminds me of good people I went to school with, seemingly forgotten, but are burying their parents, who I remember as middle aged people (my age). It makes me appreciate each day and hug my loved ones. Call my daughter and say I am proud of you.
 
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i am not scared of my own death but the death of my closest ones. obviously my mum, my sister, my boyfriend... but the two deaths i think about the most are my father's and my cat's. my cat's because she's an animal of course so she can't speak to me and tell me when something is wrong so i sometimes get worried for no reason. as for my father, he had a heart attack at 40 and stroke at 50. he's almost 60 now. both times i thought he was going to die, and following the stroke he also had pneumonia and fainted while we were home alone and i found him on the floor and was lying down with him for 10 minutes until he could get up - worst 10 minutes of my life. i guess because of these incidents and his overall health i worry about him the most. i also don't have the closest relationship with him so i worry i'll regret that but i do love him very much 💗
 
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I used to fear death, I was petrified of it.
When i was 6, I was with my dad and we found my Nanna dead, we weren't expecting it & it played a massive part in my childhood and I became obsessed with checking everyone was breathing, my Grandma & Grandad then passed away when I was around 12. This is when I welcomed death, I helped my mum care for my Grandad in his final days, I would run home from school so I could sit with him and we would read, he was my best friend. (This was entirely my choice my mother wasn't so sure of it at first but I believe it was the very thing I needed to come to terms with the traumatic accident with my Nanna)
I then became fascinated with end of life care & death and what a privilege it is to be with someone in their very final moments.
Over the years, and I understand not every will "get this" but end of life care has become my passion and something I enjoy (can't currently find the words to explain it correctly).
I welcome death, I treat it respectfully and for me there is no greater honour to be able to care for someone in their final hours and the hours after they pass & to comfort their loved ones.
I fear my parents dying, but again I am at peace with this as I know it is inevitable and I know I will be there with them every step of the way.
I fear my children dying before me, I find that sets off my compulsion to check they are breathing most nights.
I realise to most people, it sounds weird, but death has always fascinated me in a non sadistic way.
 
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It's something that makes me very anxious and I think about it often. I guess it's just the unknown but I'm working on my health as I need to lose weight and want to be healthier. I know I have to accept that death is the ultimate destinations for us all but It's what's beyond that that scares me. Being unable to breathe but conscious in my final moments terrifies me.

I've been having a few pains in my stomach recently and probably let it a month or so longer than I should've. I'm currently in the early stages of having some tests done so am praying they don't come back as cancer. I've seen a few articles online about celebrities having bowel cancer recently and I'm scared it's a sign of things to come - stupid I know. I'm working on my diet but the topic of death is a very raw topic to me right now. It's nice to know I'm not alone in having this anxiety.
 
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I'm scared of dying whilst my children are young and leaving them. But I'm not scared of death itself. I would hate to know im going to die though, my mum was told she had months left and that must have been torture.

I think there is a peacefulness to death and nothingness. I just hope you don't have to live again once you die as I dont like the idea of starting all over, unless I get more privileges than I have now then I might consider it 😂
 
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I do worry. Each birthday.
Don't want to die young (under 60), don't want to die alone (as in my sleep).
 
Pretty much, though I’m more scared of what’s gonna happen after I die. I mean, none of my already dead relatives can tell me exactly whether there is an afterlife or not! The uncertainty that comes with it is what I’m terrified of.
 
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If I think too much about life (and death) it freaks me the f out. What on Earth is the point of all the stuff we have to go through (being a child, working, school, depression, illness, marriage, happiness etc etc) for it all to be over in a flash and then it just be nothing forever. Sometimes I think it must be a joke because it’s so bizarre.
Off topic but I once (accidentally) took a load of ketamine (don’t ask I was a young 21 year old at uni thinking I was cool🤣) and I had the most insane trip where I found out it was all a game and when you die you go to a new world which is a lot more simple. I know it’s a load of crap but sometimes it reassures me and my husband jokes that maybe a bit of my brain was accidentally unlocked and I saw something I shouldn’t have 🤣😂
On a serious note however, I do always say, and 100% mean it, that getting older is such a privilege and you should try to enjoy every moment of your life as much as you can. One phone call can change your life forever as you know it, so try and find the light in the good parts 🌟
Yeah I know what you mean about life being a joke, and being born and living only for it all to end. I often wonder why humans are even necessary (?) because as we've learned, we don't really give much back to nature and the environment, we seem to be the only animals that take from the environment and seem to need a lot to survive, whereas other animals are designed to survive far better than we are. Maybe I'm totally wrong, but it does seem that way to me.
 
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I used to be quite obsessive of it when I was younger, it would keep me awake at night. I haven't really lost many people in my life other than my grandparents. I don't know how I'll cope when my parents pass away, can't imagine life without them. I can't even think about anything happening to my child, all I know is that I couldn't continue living without him. I've made my parents aware of this. I get very upset hearing or reading about the death of children, an ex friend of mine allowed her son to be murdered by her partner, I'll never forget it, it affects me to this day.
 
Not really. I took psychedelics including dmt when I was between 19-21 and it changed my perspective of life and death. I think it kind of scared me before but now I think I would feel at peace with it whenever it happened.. I would be heartbroken if my children died before me as I can’t imagine my life without them but when it comes to ‘death’ I see it more as a peaceful and progressive thing rather than painful.
 
At least back in the day, even going back to the ancient people of the past. They always have beliefs about the afterlife. The ancient Egyptians believed in the afterlife and there was a sort of preparation for death while they were alive.

Even all the ancient monuments and structures we know about, most were built for religious reasons and were sacred. Nowadays most people are atheist and there's no belief in an afterlife for a lot of people.

I think if I had a strong belief I'd go to the afterlife, maybe death would be easier to contemplate. I think I am at a point where I'm comfortable with death, although I'm still not 100% there.

Ancient Greeks on death:

'The Ancient Greeks treated death as a rite of passage to help people negotiate their passage from one state of being to another, in this case from being moribund to being integrated into Hades, the world of the dead. Between these two states of being is a liminal place or condition when someone is neither one thing nor another. The word ‘liminal’ derives from the Latin word limen, meaning ‘a threshold’. As long as one remains on the threshold, one remains in great danger.

To help the dead across the threshold, society constructs rites of passage, which enable the dead to pass from one status to another, ‘from here to there’ as the Greeks put it. These rites facilitate someone’s passage from this world into the next. They’re absolutely critical because if one’s relatives didn’t perform them on one’s behalf, one wouldn’t be able to enter the underworld that the Greeks called Hades.'

“Bury me as quickly as possible,” says Patroclus to this friend Achilles in The Iliad so that he can pass through the gates of Hades. Otherwise, he’ll be left to wander endlessly up and down the banks of the underworld river known as the Styx.

Before continuing with the rites of passage, it is important to consider some of the general observations about death in Greek society. “In the midst of life we are in death,” says the Book of Common Prayer used by the Episcopal Church. Although people know that fact intellectually, they can be forgiven for ignoring it most of the time.'

Comparison Between the Modern and the Greek Way of Death
Jessica Mitford in The American Way of Death (1963), an exposé of the abuses perpetrated by the undertaking industry, said that the Americans sublimate death, whereas the British ignore death. The Americans create the fiction that their dead are in a ‘home’ when the truth is that they’re being handled by professionals, whereas the British generally shun all contact with the body except at the funeral. That hits the nail in the coffin squarely on the head.

Both societies fail to confront the existential phenomenon of death head-on. In both societies death generally takes place in a hospital. The very opposite was the case in ancient Greece. As a Greek, one would have faced death head-on, and it deserves great admiration.

The dying—other than those who met their end away from home, including those who met their death on the battlefield—almost invariably had their family members around them. And it was their family, not professional undertakers, who took care of them once they were dead. In fact, the Greek word for a funeral is kêdeia, which literally means ‘caring for’. The word is still used today by the Greek Orthodox Church.

Taking Care of the Dead Body
As a Greek, one would care for the dead bodies of everyone in their family, especially if one were a woman. Given the lower life expectancy in antiquity, if one survived to adult years, it’s almost certainly the case that one would already have experienced the deaths of several family members and also some friends. And since the corpse was prepared for burial in the home, one would have lived, quite literally, cheek by jowl with death.

There were many other ways in which death made itself visible to people in the Greek world. First, since Greek communities were far more closely knit than the modern ones, one would have been much more aware of the death of a neighbor, or an acquaintance, or a distant relative than in modern societies.

Expressing Grief
The Ancient Greeks were far more demonstrative in their expressions of grief, so one would have heard them grieving for hours on end. The Greeks didn’t go in for the famous British stiff upper lip. They believed in letting their hair down, in more ways than one. As a Greek, one would have been appalled with the stiff upper lip British posture. One would have thought it was disrespectful to the dead to show no signs of emotion.

When Achilles in The Iliad learns of the death of his dear friend Patroclus, he completely falls apart—at least by modern standards of subdued grieving. He tears his clothes, beats his breast, rolls about in the dust, and goes without food or drink for several days. He’s a complete basket case. True, he holds himself largely responsible for his friend’s death, but the point is that no Greek would have thought his behavior unmanly. On the contrary, they would have regarded it as entirely appropriate.

Manifestations of grief were regarded as a mark of honor to the dead—they were a way of saying to the dead person that life without them now has no meaning. The dead, one believed, actually took pleasure in witnessing one’s display of grief, irrespective of whether it was completely sincere.
 
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I was thinking about death again recently, so I was reading up on death in ancient times and life expectancy around the world. I think of the dying going on in Ukraine, in Africa, in the middle east etc. I came across this saying and it's very true:

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Too often I moan about getting older (I'm 33), but I really shouldn't. I need to be more grateful every day I am alive and kicking. There are younger people dying every day, so I often think about this.

I think about how I want to live my next few years. Tomorrow isn't promised. I want to learn guitar, I want to travel more, and I have ideas I need to put into action rather than procrastinating.
 
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