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Eh, in Death you’d cease to be. What happens to your possessions is of little importance, ditto with the body.

I think it something we all think about. But be careful not to obsess over it. Live the moment and create more memories to be remembered by.

Stuff is stuff. The elements will remain, atoms too. Stuff eventually decomposes and becomes something else.

yes, I think about that all the time. I’m always wondering what people will do with my belongings. wether I’m to be buried, creamated, frozen etc. but I think that when i die, if I’m alone I’ll write a note about just that. but if I’m not alone, I’ll just say it.

great poem btw. is it yours?

Kinda neat. Should you die in the desert, the Carron bird would eat part of you, the atoms composing your flesh will be taken in and used to get energy for the bird, and be rearranged to become part of the bird.

Should a hunter get the bird, and eat it, part of you will live in another person :)

Middle was the best. Dould doem. :)

i think everyone has questions about this sort of thing. but live today. dont think about it too much but dont think it wont ever happen

I don’t ask myself those things, I’m much more concerned with living. Being overly concerned with dying seems to me to be a morbidity that can drain some of the life out of life.