I decompose. Life goes on, just without me.

I think most people are unable to comprehend the idea that they will no longer have a consciousness. As humans we are acutely aware that we are aware, in fact, I think it is one of the fundamental things that make us human. To have consciousness ripped away from us in a sense makes us non-human and that can be scary. I think death will be exactly like before we were born.

I don't worry so much about death itself. I worry about the possibility of suffering before death. I worry about what my surviving family goes through and has to deal with because of my death.

Yes, scared as hell. Unfortunately I do not believe in an afterlife, so the nothingness I expect after death scares the hell out of me. Keeps me up some nights.

I don't think that any part of my consciousness will survive my death. My body will decompose, but what makes ME will likely go away. I think the question is akin to asking where does the flame go when you blow out a candle. I'm not looking forward to death, but I'm also not scared of it. I'm scared of the pain that may be associated with dying, but the idea of non-existing doesn't bother me. I didn't exist for millions of years before I was born, and I'm not really any the worse for wear because of it, so I imagine the universe will survive my non-existing again.

After all, I won't be around to notice it!

As an Atheist, I feel nothing about dying. While I'd prefer it to hold off for as long as possible (I've still got some TV series to finish!). When it happens, it happens. No fear, no regrets.

I like Mark Twain's take on the matter:

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it. - Mark Twain

I believe it would be something along the lines of reincarnation. I can't really see not existing in one form or another, and I can't see my consciousness fading away forever. I figure if I was able to be conscious once there no reason for it not to happen again somewhere down the line, the universe doesn't really do one offs, and things tend to repeat themselves in different form. Would I like to see dead friends and relatives, maybe even from lives I lived before this? Absolutely, but I don't know, no one really does. But we can all agree it will come for us eventually and without warning.

I don't fear death, just the manner of my dying. Hopefully I will go to sleep and not wake up. After death? Compost. There's a place near me where your body can be placed in a shallow grave, no coffin. Perfect.

I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

-Woody Allen

It's going to sound strange, but the thought of death is a little exciting. Lots of people claim to know what will happen after we die but no one can know for certain because there have been exactly zero credible eyewitness accounts from the afterlife. We know infinitely more about the depths of space and the universe and particle physics and all sorts of really complicated stuff than we know about the afterlife. What happens to our consciousness after death is the greatest mystery of our lives, and death is inevitable, and it's soon. Am I the only one that finds the idea of coming to that threshold and crossing it mindblowing? And if there is nothing left of me on the other side then I guess that's that. But if there is?

Not that I'm in any hurry to get there, mind you. Living is pretty awesome too!

I'll be too dead to care, but I do hope that I have a good death, something without trauma like being a murder victim or being in some horrible accident. As for being scared of the event or what happens to me, my soul, it's a bit scary but again death isn't an experience so it's not like I will be stuck in some pitch black room alone for the rest of my life. I won't even know it, and that gives me a level of comfort that I can live with.

I'm more scared of missing my family when the time comes, thinking about that shit makes me kind of sad.

Walked through a cemetery unexpectedly during my lunch break yesterday. It was peaceful, and truly a resting place. We simply don't exist anymore when we die, and there's nothing wrong with that. Pain is for the living. One who has accepted the finality of death strives to better his/her present-day reality according to his/her true values instead of the fear of being punished after life.

I was raised Christian, but I found too many flaws in its logic to accept it's explanation of life and death, at least in the way its generally explained. Over may years of being stressed, even depressed over the matter of my own mortality, I came to the following understanding (with a bonus bit at the end):

Time is linked to perception. Being unconscious is not the end of a progression, but a definition of the bounds of something. When you walk to the end of a road you don't say the road dies, you just notice that there is no road beyond. Once you have finished living, your life is defined by the dimensions we perceive, plus the static dimension of all time you have passed through. So, yeah, it's terrifying in a sense as I define myself so much by linear time and my ability to have a consciousness, but I also know that in some weird sense I will exist permanently, be it only in a certain cross section of the dimension of time.

The other bit is the idea of the human ego. Many philosophers would say its an illusion in the first place and you can't lose what you never had. Perhaps you're just overcoming a delusion?

One last thing, I guess, would be to bring up one of the best questions I've heard raised in response to this discussion in the past: when you think of the world before you were born, how does that make you feel?

Edit: For more on this subject - smoke some DMT and have a chat with creatures of other dimensions, they explain this stuff a lot better than me ;)

I'm afraid of suffering, I'm afraid of people around me suffering, but I'm not afraid of death itself. I won't run to it and don't with it to happen yet as I'm not ready to die and shouldn't have to, but if it happens, it happens. I just don't want to live through hell before I do. As for death itself, I just think those synapses stop transmitting, and you stop "being". You were, you're not anymore, that's pretty much what it is to me. I don't believe in life after death.

I've mulled over the fact quite a bit while high, and I've comfortably decided "Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo" ("I was not; I was; I am not; I do not care")

I was nothing before life, and I don't remember that being particularly terrible. I shall return to that state.

I hope that we go to an all-woman jazz cabaret and play saxophone for eternity, but that's unlikely.

What's likely is that my consciousness will be erased forever, my body destined to decompose and my memory fated to eventually be forgotten.

Sounds like fun.

Bot so much death itself but,the fear of pain, suffering and being in a hospital at the end hooked up to tubes and such shudder What happens after death? My best guess is one goes back to the nothingness before one was born,whatever that is. And what if it was not a nothingness,what if w have all lived billions of lives on billions of worlds and this continues? It's a mystery. Atheist here.

I'm rather fond of the quantum immortality theory. Mainly because I've survived multiple things I really shouldn't have, so maybe I didn't actually survive them.

I don't feel like I am scared but more nervous than anything. I am a catholic so I believe we go to purgatory which is seriously not going to be a fun place.

I think death is an illusion, like life. My view is that all lifeforms are expressions of nature, only each one has the temporary illusion of being separate from the rest of the universe; I think it's called open individualism.

Here's a better explanation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ybg0gXV_1qk

Hmmm. That is a loaded question, that brings lots of problems and few real answers with it. This is why I try not to think about it. Of course I am scared of non-existence. There is always the argument that I was not before, and shall not be after, but I find that a little weird. I mean I am now, and I like existing, so I'd like to keep on doing just that. Death as a process does not phase me. I will die one of these days, and it will be a normal thing, and I'm not scared of it. It's just one of these things you will have to get to someday.
But that's all there is in that discussion. Fears, and hopes. I cannot know what happens after, for certain anyway. Of course there are tales of the afterlife, but they are just that. Tales. There is as much people who've seen something as people who didn't, and I'm not ready to base an entire faith on something that might be. This is why I am agnostic. I cannot pretend to know what happens after, so I cannot form an opinion.
I don't know, maybe I'll be in a great place, living new adventures, and keeping on existing, just differently. Or maybe I won't be anymore. The only thing I know is this: I do not fear death. The idea of non-existence on the other hand...that does not sit well with me.
Edit:
And you know what might actually be a way more interesting discussion, that's based around that very idea? What if you could evade death? Medical advances have staved off death, and you can now live, forever. Here are my questions, that I like to think about: Psychology just became a whole new ballpark. Imagine the lives of a 500 years old person, with all the emotional baggage and traumas.
Would euthanasia ever be considered ethical in a world where we can keep you alive indefinitely?
What happens to a society that suddenly have way less time sensitive pressures to push them?
What would you do, as a really long term life goal?
What would family relations look like?
What happens to traumas related to accidental death? Is the trauma magnified? There is so much to think about in that scenario!

You guys bury me. I decompose.

I'm not afraid of death but I am slightly afraid of dying. The act of dying may be painful depending on what the cause is and if the cause of death is slow, it's even harder. However once I do die then I have nothing to worry about. I imagine death as just like before I was born. Hopefully when that day comes it will just be like falling asleep and never waking up.