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Worm food.
Basically, yeah.
I'm thinking I'd like to be stuffed and posed on my front lawn behind the lawn mower. Wouldn't that freak out the neighbors??
What do you think happens after you die? Personally, I really don't know. What do you think really happens?
What do you think happens after you die? Personally, I really don't know. What do you think really happens?
Dust and clay returns to dust and clay. Spirit and soul return to stand before the creator.
Ecclesiastes - Chapter 12 Verse 7: Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Nothing. You know nothing , you cease to exist until Judgement Day when you will be brought back to be Judged. If you are not found to be evil then you shall live on a Paradise Earth with Jesus as King. No more sickness, disease or death.
Basically, yeah.
I'm thinking I'd like to be stuffed and posed on my front lawn behind the lawn mower. Wouldn't that freak out the neighbors??
Is this really what you believe?
so you prove you have a vivid and wild imagination? I already figured out as much by reading a few of your posts.In the amazing case of an 8 year old editec who drowned, what happened is I went to place that reminded me of a tacky slightly depressing bus station where a grandmother I bearly knew (and was secretly afraid of) who'd recently died came out of a doorway, to tell me that I wasn't supposed to be there and that I had to go back.
It was NOT remotely a pleasant experience, believe me.
Was I really dead?
Who the hell knows?
Was I really dead?
Who the hell knows?
Yes it is, or I would not have written it.
In the amazing case of an 8 year old editec who drowned, what happened is I went to place that reminded me of a tacky slightly depressing bus station where a grandmother I bearly knew (and was secretly afraid of) who'd recently died came out of a doorway, to tell me that I wasn't supposed to be there and that I had to go back.
It was NOT remotely a pleasant experience, believe me.
Was I really dead?
Who the hell knows?