Death is the latest, everlasting second of your life

No one really knows what’s going to happen the moment right after you die, if it’s meant to happen. But there’s a way to think about the life after death without the need of its own existence.

After a few decades of lifetime, I’ve had enough time to listen carefully to what religions, literature, science and philosophy had to tell me about life and death, and whatever is supposed to await us in the (also supposed) afterlife. Harsh stories about terrifying hells, wonderful stories about heavens where you meet your dead relatives and friends, theories about reincarnation into an infinite amount of lives and, of course, the denying of skeptical version of medicine and biology. It’s like a collection of memes fighting to attract my attention and gain my belief.

It comes out that, after all this time, I am discarding among these stories the ones that sound as fantastic as unconsistent. Discarding them as literal interpretations, not as metaphors at all. I think that, any explanation of death and a possible life after death that implies the survival of our ego, in some form of one’s personality preservation is just nonsense.
Death represents the ultimate, irreversible cease of our existence in this world as…