I see no reason to imagine that our biology allows for a life after death. It's maddening, but until we discover some magical disconnect of our conscience from our biology, it is what it is.

Nothing. We decompose.

We upload our life experience to the mothership.

2 types of death: 1) Ending of another life, but the tape is not over, so another life based on where u ended previous time, the same planet. 2) Final end of the tape, and then based on your ego size you either could leave this current universe or upgrade/downgrade your role

You move on to the next thing.

Nobody knows. I can say that with certainty. But we can speculate. Religions have their theories that have dominated the after life conversation for millennia, and there is zero scientific evidence that anything happens after we die. I think this conversation also relates to the idea of a soul, since we need something to live on if there is anything happening after death. We will only find out the answer when we die.

Nothing. It's the same as what happened before we were born.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Maybe another life begins, with a moment of timelessness in between

In the ideal situation, I hope there is more. Realistically I haven't seen any evidence to that end, which I know leads us to the definition of faith. It is a thought I haven't been able to shake as a man raised catholic. What I realized after some time is how liberating this thought has become. The fact that any of us even has a conscious thought is the biggest luck box jackpot situation possible. Of all the things in the universe, to be something capable of understanding the concept of a timeline (past, present, future) is nothing short of unbelievable. If this is truly all we have, treat it as heaven. To boil it down, you do you, just be conscious of not doing harm to others. With that in mind, if there is "hope/faith" in something else we will have lived our best lives and hopefully earned our way into something eternal as well.

Same thing as before we die: eternal life with God. I've been debating whether we are constantly reborn as well.

All of the humans are reincarnated as insects, all of the insects are reincarnated as humans, and no one remembers their past life.

You have been kind and sincere in your love. So heaven awaits.

Hopefully we get to meet our maker. That's what I have to go on believing. And hopefully we get some answers to these other questions!

We return to the energy soup, the source energy, and report back on what we learned. Then we energy a new simulation.

You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lines. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I'll rise.

I'm not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star.

What Freud showed us… was that nothing can be grasped, destroyed, or burnt, except in a symbolic way, as one says, in effigie, in absentia.

Death? Why all this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition to life, not an evil.

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.

After death the person who loves you was sad and confused so I asked this question but nobody knew then you came in a dream and said you were learning and I believed you because you have always known more than I ever will.

Your body rots, and rots, and rots.

The human Mind cannot be absolutely destroyed with the Body, but something of it remains which is eternal.

A great deal, but all external to the extinguished consciousness.

Impossible to imagine, like nothingness. Grave and worms or the noble urn.

I dunno, but it has happened to untold billions and trillions of other life forms.

Not much. Not much I am afraid. But it happens a lot before, thank God.

Our bodies decay. People mourn our absence for a little while, then those people also die. At that point we are forgotten, unless we've made the history books.

I am much more worried about what happens in the moment of death. How much pain? Will it be beautiful or ugly? How intense? Will it depend on the life I have lived?

Not only a trick question but malevolent. Even, or especially, if the answer matters to you, keep your focus on now.

Of cause there is something after death. The energy does not disappear. Energy can not be created or destroyed, it can change form though.

A really long dream.

The thinking immaterial part of you, which is the mind, lives on for eternity.

First, a version of eternity you experience in the moments before your brain dies—like a dream—then eternal sleep.

My brain will disintegrate, the universe will lose one bit but gain seven more.

All energy participates equally in the universe, so the energy persists and some parts are transformed.

A time to rest and reflect. We have an opportunity to be surrounded in unconditional love and peace but also to evaluate our success and failures in our life on Earth.

Life would transform into a different form but with the same essence.

Part dies and part lives. If you have kids, your DNA lives on without the useless memory, otherwise just part of your mind is left.

Life keeps on living. 

Not sure, a bit like the first question, hopefully got a few decades in me before I find out.

Death equals sadness. I'd like to think that while Earthlings are left sad, the life after death makes up for it, a grand on-going party type thing.

The soul of man is immortal and imperishable.

We merge into a kaleidoscope of liquid light. Finally, everybody gets to be a star.

Our soul returns to a soul world where we can choose to take on another life form, if we want.

Whenever something dies, whether it's a person, a pet, a dream or an idea, a void is created. Sometimes the void can be filled. Sometimes it can't.

We start enjoying life, I guess. 

Our sins are more easily remembered than our good deeds.

When you cross over, all your pets are there to welcome you and finally you can talk to them and explain why you had to leave them in the apartment all day while you worked.

I do not believe in immortality of the individual-Since our inner experiences consist of reproductions and combinations of sensory impressions, the concept of a soul without a body seems to me to be empty and devoid of meaning.

I will live on in others. If one does good for the reward after death, one will not be rewarded, if one does good to avoid punishment, that is one's punishment. The judgement? It occurs inside our heads. Immortality? Sure, what you sow, you reap.

There will be a reckoning.

When your transceiver ceases to function, your frequency ceases to be broadcast, but it doesn't cease to be. It remains in the infinity of the spectrum.