Same thing that was happening before I was conceived.

I just hope I get to hug my dog again

Brain gets no more blood. Neural biochemistry breaks down. Brain dies. You die. That’s it. Except for some incoherent and contradictory texts from bronze-age books or wishful thinking by naive people, there is ZERO scientific evidence that heaven or reincarnation exist. Even Buddha never suggested we would reincarnate, that was an idea added later by some of his followers. The bible is very flimsy on the entire concept of hell and heaven.

I know the ones who love us will miss us.

I don’t think there’s an afterlife, but I can hope that there is one. Just being a specter and getting to explore the universe until the end of time would be cool. Realistically, it’s probably just nothingness, unless somehow our brains are capable of creating an infinite dream for us.

We go to sleep and never wake up.

No more shifts at work, no more rent to pay. Pure bliss.

If I didnt have big plans for my death I’d probably have intentionally ODed on heroin already.

“When?” I think you mean, “If.”

God welcoming me with open arms and tears in his eyes and I keep ragebaiting him to see what happens

You go back to where your consciousness comes from. Everyone has their own idea of what that means, but I don’t think anyone is 100% correct.

Actually, personality I believe that everyone is correct. You can go chill in heaven for a while, do whatever you want, maybe come back to Earth again after a breather.

You know that feeling when you’re playing a really intense game or watching a movie, and then it ends? And you just sit there like, damn. That was epic. Then you talk about it with your friends and family, maybe eat lunch, just hang out for a while before deciding what to do next? The comfortable zone after an exciting event but before boredom sets in. Maybe that movie was peak for you and you’re done forever, maybe not.

Nothing.

Your “perspective,” your view of the world, and all of consciousness, is an illusion maintained by your brain. Death is no different than turning a machine off and disassembling it.

I will say, the human ability to make conscious choices is really something special.

Your “afterlife” is the hole you leave behind. It’s the impact you leave on the world, and how others remember you.

Depends on whether you get cremated or not. If you’re cremated, you turn into ash. Otherwise you most likely turn into dirt.

Don’t know, probably nothing. Whatever happens but with a score screen in the end. Times taken a piss, hours slept, right/wrong ratio when arguing on the Internet.

Have you ever been knocked out before? Instant time travel into the future. Probably something like that without the ringing sound in your head from whatever hit you. Oh, and also that you never wake up.

I like the idea of reincarnation, but maybe it’s my antitheist limited brain, transitioning to a creature with vastly different intelligence or central nervous system seems like the me I am still ceases to exist. Same vibes doesn’t even really check out when folks with brain ailments go through massive personality changes and I wouldn’t ever expect someone to “maintain their vibe” through that change.

I’m becoming increasingly convinced of the raw utilitarian nature of consciousness, it being nothing more than an emergent property of a complex enough neural structure.

The body dies, the brain shuts down, the consciousness just ceases to be. The consciousness that is now “me” comes back into existence in another newly formed neural structure. But it’s not me. It’s new, and the only reason “I” am in there is because I’m not in this brain anymore.

You can call reincarnation if you like, but to me that implies the consciousness carrying lessons from its previous lives for some greater purpose. I don’t believe that. When I die, everything I know dies with me and I pop back into existence a blank slate with no knowledge or care of what I once was. Maybe as a giraffe, or a sugar glider, or some hyper intelligent amorphous blob on a planet in a galaxy we can’t even see from here.