No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away – Terry Pratchett
There are three deaths.
The first is when the body ceases to function.
The second is when the body is consigned to the grave.
The third is that moment sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
Eagleman, David. Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives. Pantheon. 2009
MJ. Obviously we might be able to stop the process before step one sometime in the future. Likely not in time for me. Which means I am likely to go through the process. My decedents however… could potentially live forever, barring accidents and suicide… and well… the lack of viable planet to inhabit. That might curtail the enterprise somewhat. In any event we are going to have to rethink a lot of our current philosophy when that happens.
What will happen when I die? (Joeys musings here)
How quaint, backwards and ignorant we will look to the ‘humanity’ of the future? It seems likely we will be all corralled together and given a collective designation based on our group achievement. To remembered by the paragons in our society we have elevated to represent us as true exemplars of our time.
This is us. THIS IS WHO WE WERE…
I despair for us my fellow Sapians. We can do so much better…