I've had numerous conversations like this. People seem to be fascinated by it, or terrified by it. I fall into the latter.
I hate death. I hate the thought of it, I hate thinking on what may or may not happen, I hate thinking about all of that.
But most of all, I hate the thought that seems to surround death that is "What is this life for?"
It's a stupid question to me.
A better question to ask is "What isn't it for?" We spend so much time worrying about where we're going to go rather than what's happening now, to us, around us.
I won't ever forget the first conversation I had about this, especially since it was with someone I loved.
It should be easy to talk about.
Instead it just makes me jittery and nervous and borderline panicking. Fear of death, folks, you think you have it figured out and then it bites you in the ass.