And When I Die

I'm not scared of dying,

And I don't really care.

If it's peace you find in dying,

Well then let the time be near.

If it's peace you find in dying,

And if dying time is here,

Just bundle up my coffin


I hear that its cold way down their.

Yeah, crazy cold way down their



It's a question that has plagued man for long centuries; what happens when you die? Your standard religious answer is the good people go to a good place, the bad people go to a bad place. Atheists will tell you that consciousness ceases. Optimists say this sucks, pessimists say it doesn't.

So this is my blog and I should say what I believe; I don't believe I'll ever die. I'm sorry maybe I'm narcissistic, but I can't imagine a world that goes on without me. In fact I know I'm narcissistic; it's always difficult if not impossible for me to think of other people's motivations and thoughts.

I guess what I'm saying is that science better hurry up because I can't die; if the rest of you want to to ride my coattails, that's fine, the more the merrier. I'll even ride the coattails of someone else if need be. I can't die though.

If I do end up dying- although trust me, the universe doesn't work that way- I suppose it'll just be here one second, nothing the next. Not blackness, but utter cessation.

If I'm wrong on that front as well, then I suppose I'm going to hell.

I imagine it'll be cold.