Because I Couldn' Stop for Death

[ceasetoexist]

[Well Pokey has had a busy week. Tripping balls over hallucinogenic gas. Bothering a bunch of people and running through their yards as he tried to get away from his hallucination. Getting beaten to death. Beating to death the drone of the person who beat him to death. Getting droned for beating that person to death.

Needless to say, getting killed and then killing someone in the span of a few days has brought a question to mind.]

Hey. Yeah. I’m curious.

Like I know we don’t die here, not really since we come back…what do you all think happens to us after we really do die? Like, do you believe in a Heaven and Hell and all that jazz, or something else, or nothing at all?

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

......

Hey.

I could be-

Well, you know, it's possible...

I could be wrong. I don't know everything.

[That had better have helped, Aisling, because it was honestly painful just trying to say it.]

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

No. I suppose not...

[It does help a little, but the thought still terrifies her.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....

Look. You told me yourself about the place you believe in, and you made it sound like there had been those who'd been there to check before, right?

So it's probably there.

[Swallow your pride swallow your pride swallow your pride]

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[This seems to snap her out of her funk, at least.]

Well...one person has been there before who hadn't died. Only one.

So...it must be there.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

See?

Again, I don't know what happens when we really die. After all, I've never died outside of here.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

I haven't either. I don't even remember much about it.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Except for what caused it?

Same here.