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Jay wrote:

I have to go to another wake fell down the stairs celebrating the mets win, hit his head and died a day later. Leaves behind an 18 month old son

Sorry to hear that.

I may be about to do a lap of the world to attend an inquest. Fuck.

uziq wrote:

that is a really rubbish way to die.

but hey, and i hope you don't mind me saying this... it's better he died than lived on with a severe head injury.

It depends on if he would simply be another burden on his wife...

Who I found out today is 3 months pregnant with their second kid.

Jay wrote:

uziq wrote:

that is a really rubbish way to die.

but hey, and i hope you don't mind me saying this... it's better he died than lived on with a severe head injury.

It depends on if he would simply be another burden on his wife...

Who I found out today is 3 months pregnant with their second kid.

severe head injury pretty much denotes severe burden.

Why you die you cease to exist. Isn't that scary?

There are multi billion-billion-billion atoms in our bodies that attest to "life" beyond the grave. Who knows what some will eventually become a part of when they stop being us? It's not even profound.

SuperJail Warden wrote:

Your consciousness is destroyed though. I have been dwelling on it a lot lately. It frightens me.

go under anesthetics. you won't know or feel a thing.

I'd be lying if I said I never found the prospect at least somewhat intimidating, but at least it gives you something to think about when there's nothing better to do.

If you could archive your consciousness or transfer it into an active machine or new body, would it still be you or just think it's you, and if you can't save yourself that way is there any internal merit to doing so? After routinely losing access to so many conscious memories, how much of your mind can you still consider to be "you," and not a result of environmental and social interference? If lifespans were medically increased, would 500-year-old you be remotely similar to 30-year-old you, and would it really matter to ultimately-dead you? Is there any comfort to imagining that the parts of you may disperse and eventually become parts of new beings, or that so many have died before you without much apparent issue?

Cybargs wrote:

go under anesthetics. you won't know or feel a thing.

Been under three times, and it defies subjective description. How do you describe being unaware of self or the passage of time, when whatever inkling you may have gotten of it is probably lesser form of it as a combination of the periods of going under and recovery, with no recollection of what happened in between.

On another note, American health care is stupidly expensive.

Given that cells in your body die and are replaced all the time, what do you think about the prospect that you've already been "moved" from one body to another?

Also, what do souls or being spiritual/religious have to do with your scattered atoms going on to be something (anything) else?

Some do, but that's not the point I was driving at.

More food for thought is that you could break down what time you have into infinitely small units and call it forever.

RIP in piece Fred Thompson.

I wonder if he paid off his reverse mortgage. Fraudster.

Was so dedicated to ignoring all media on my week's holiday that I missed the news Lemmy had carked it. 70's not bad considering his lifestyle, not to mention the thing that was eating his face.

David Bowie. This does make me sad.