Grim

Death.
Being dead.
What happens after life?

Life is all we have, and death is a pretty major part in it. It affects us in every little thing we do. If we were never going to die, then I'd probably just sit on my arse all day, eat wotsits and wank. It'd be brilliant.
But it'd be empty, in all honesty.

Lots of different religions speak of an after life.

And they kinda need to.
The whole concept of religion is to find meaning, and give us normal folk hope in life. That's what all religions have to do. It's the point of them.
And therefore religions try extra hard to give us an after life, because death has very little hope. Fuck me it can be a scary thought.

Death is the one thing that if we were to look at ultra literally, we would come to the conclusion that there is no hope. You can't even have a "good" death, because you won't know if it's good or not. You'll be dead.
It is, the end of everything. Good or bad.

It's black. Forever.

But somehow, I'm not overly scared of death. Why is that?
I reckon I'm just dumbed down.