• I’d rather have that than be preserved for centuries. I honestly prefer cremation to burial. Heck, feed me to the birds for all I care, just let me unexist completely.

    There’s a sort of solace in that. That one day I’ll completely cease to exist. I don’t know why religious people like the idea of eternal life. I’d very much prefer not to exist after a while.

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      The atoms that you are made of will not cease to exist until our sun explodes and makes them into something else.

      You will either get buried and rot into sustenance for worms and bacteria or you will get cooked into carbon and calcium to be spread out and become intermixed with the soil.

      So will everyone that currently exists barring nuclear annihilation. I find solace that my atoms will maybe be a tree or a bird or even just grass.

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        Well, no, but we’re all made out of atoms but I don’t think anyone would say that a human and an equivalent pile of raw material are the same.

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        The sun isn’t massive enough to explode. It will just expand and get hotter, making Earth too hot to support life, and then burn out, making Earth too cold to support life. And even a supernova probably won’t destroy atoms. Most of our atoms will probably survive the ‘death’ of the sun.

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      I do like the idea of eternal life, but I also like the idea of my earthly remains – be that all that exist sof me or not – being absorbed back into the earth when I’m gone. That doesn’t seem so bad.

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      I got to tour a terramation (human composting) facility a little while back. You come out in a few burlap sacks of mulch. They even threw in some wicked t shirts.