Día de (los) Muertos [NOT 1/11/21]

Passing On

Good evening DeadSplinterites,

Afterthoughts on the Afterlife.

Día de (los) Muertos has begun. While it is not part of my culture, I admire and appreciate its celebratory tone and sentiments. I hope that when I pass, my friends and family will also celebrate the life I shared with them and not dwell on my death.

I don’t believe that our soul continues to exist once we die. But if I had to choose a forecast for the afterlife, I would say reincarnation. With the direction our planet is heading, it charts that we all must be skewing towards being bad and not really learning from our multiple lives lived. Sad to say that one day we will only be able to return as cockroaches and of course @farscythe 😉

So tell me, do you ever contemplate your mortality? Do you have a bucket list? Is this topic too somber? As always, feel free to talk about anything else.





  1. I had a heart attack about a year ago. It was the first time that I had to think about my mortality. In all reality my life is almost 2/3 over. I have a greater appreciation for the connections I’ve made with other people. I don’t believe in an afterlife but I would like to be wrong. And if I am wrong there better be dogs there.

  2. Ever since I lost my closest friend this year, it’s been a slow sad painful realization that he’s gone forever. Every day it sinks in a little more, but reminders of his life/death still stings.

    Sometimes, I see something happen that would make him laugh or want to howl/bitch about work and I want to call him but then I remember it’s not happening.

    His brother became a born again Xtian (after the death of their parents) and tried to get me to consider it. I won’t as I am an atheist, but I’m not the type to shit on someone’s religion (unlike my dad) unless they try to shove it in my face (it’s happened a couple of times with strangers and it never goes well for them.) However, find solace where one can find it is important for the human psyche. My solace is that I did what I could for him in his last days. It wasn’t much but I know it was appreciated.

    I talked to his brother when I dropped by his place to collect things that I loaned my friend. He’s still dealing with his grief just as I am. We both still feel his loss.

    The one thing I’ve realized (even before my friend’s death) is that one needs to keep growing and meeting new people/making new friends or your social skills decay and you atrophy. The hard part of getting older is making friends is tougher. Social media doesn’t help much because we sometimes show our ass on the internet and that can ruin budding friendships fast. I’ve had to make friends by necessity at work and elsewhere but it’s not easy though.

    Don’t get me started on trying to date. No time. No energy. Harder to meet the opposite sex for anything these days and everyone’s carrying emotional and familial baggage especially in our late 40s/50s which is hard to get rid of. Also my work schedule makes things almost goddamned impossible.

    One thing I have learned is you still have to try (both dating and meeting new friends.)

  3. I have no idea what happens after we die. But I don’t think time is necessarily linear  so maybe some version of us, and our loved ones, is always around.

  4. I’ve had a bunch of close calls with death but don’t really think about it too much.  I have planned for my ashes to be put out in the ocean where a bunch of my friends have already been spread and where I spent much of the better part of my youth.  Ironically, where many of those near death experiences happened too.

    Above A body boarder paddling back to catch another wave. Up until a couple weeks ago, I thought ...

  5. Reincarnation is bullshit.  I don’t remember being here before.  If the whole point is to make me come back and do better, then the only way it would make sense to punish me that way is if I remembered being here before.

    • Reincarnation used to be a hot topic of discussion, I think in the 1970s? Shirley MacLaine was a big believer in it and talked about it all the time.

      As was remarked at the time, everyone is led to believe (through hypnosis, “past life regression”, whatever) that they were Cleopatra (that’s what Shirl believes/d) or some other great figure from history. I remember a comedian saying, “No, if reincarnation were real odds are if you lived in the time of Cleopatra you died before your fourth birthday, or you were enslaved and building the pyramids and died at 20…”

      • I remember watching some talk show or something as a kid where they were “hypnotizing” people to get them to “remember” their past lives and such.

        I remember thinking it’s weird that nobody talks about being a farmer, fisherman, laborer, etc.  Are royalty the only people who get reincarnated or something?

        And then the numbers/logistics issue – where do all the extra souls come from as populations grow, and where do they go after something like the black death dropped European populations by a third or so?  Do people just reincarnate as animals, or can they also reincarnate into plants, fungi, protists, etc?  what happens to a reincarnated soul in a plant that then asexually reproduces, by like rooting a cutting or something?

        (any surprise I was repeatedly kicked out of Sunday School…)

  6. I think anything still on my bucket list at this point is either things I should physically no longer do or things I can’t do if I want to remain married.

  7. Hackneyed sayings often have a core of truth; I have found that time does heal, or at least lessen, the pain of a loved one’s death. I figure it is a win when my memories of those who have gone on become fond rather than heart wrenching. I have no clue about what happens after death, but I find no comfort in dogmatic religion and the often misogynistic practices. That said, my father’s pastor was a great comfort and frequent visitor during the time we gave him hospice care in our home. To me, it is sad that the memory of loved ones in often gone in 3 generations, from grandparent to grandchild. If there is something after life, my version includes dogs.

    • I figure it is a win when my memories of those who have gone on become fond rather than heart wrenching

      This reminds me of something Joe Biden says when he talks about loss and grief.

      There will come a day, I promise you, when the thought of your son, or daughter, or your wife or your husband, brings a smile to your lips before it brings a tear to your eye.

      I found that incredibly moving and it signalled to me how much he understood it.

  8. Bucket list, not really…  There are things I’d like to do if I get the opportunity, but nothing that is so specific/defined as to be a list.

    I should probably get around to doing one of those living will things.  Ideally, I’d like for my corpse to just rot and return to the ecosystem.  I sorta hope if I ever get some advance notice, I could just disappear into some stretch of wilderness.  But, since that is unlikely, I should think about trying to set up arrangements for some sort of “green” burial, or for my corpse to get sent to one of those forensic body farm research areas.

    I’m pretty solidly in the atheist/skeptic category, and I don’t believe there is really any sort of continued existence of consciousness after death.  Personally, I’m rather glad.  Life has always been a struggle and a lot of stress, and I can’t imagine any sort of continued existence that wouldn’t become tiresome and miserable at some point, assuming it didn’t start off that way.  I think I’ll be sad about not getting to see how some books and such turn out, I’ll miss out on some neat music and other art, but I’ll also get to avoid the worst aspects of the coming climate change disaster.

    I forget which specific book, but at some point in one of Michael Moorcock’s Elric books, the titular character said something along the lines of “All I ask of the world is that it forgets me”  That line really stood out to me, and still does, some ~thirtyish years later.

      • yeah, I don’t need anything that fancy.  I mean, ideally, I’d like my body to just be consumed by scavengers and insects, and then the bones just kinda hang out and be gnawed on by rodents and slowly leach into the surroundings.  or whatever.

        I’m gonna be dead and nonexistant at that point, and as far as I know and believe to be true, beyond the ability to care.  But I think it would be nice if my corpse wasn’t pumped full of anti-microbials, sealed up in multiple layers of synthetic and impermeable materials in a coffin, and then put in an impermeable concrete vault, deep enough that the surface biosphere is unlikely to interact with it in any significant sense…

  9. my bucket list is pretty much find a billionaire…and then murder him for his money…and do whatever i want with that

    (i considered the seduction route too….buuuut…with my looks and ever charming personality…its gonna take a pretty wierd billionaire….probably easier to just murder one)

    sides from that..no idea what happens after death….ive always liked the idea of reincarnation…preferably as a cat….but….as its fuck assed early again and ive barely slept again…im also beginning to lean towards…hey… you know what sounds awesome?

    sleep…without that fucking pesky having to wake up again part

Leave a Reply