I died last Tuesday before last. 10/29/13 ........................... (light)
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was resuscitated 3 times. I didn't see Michael Jackson, Jesus Christ, Elvis, nor my son Michael. I didn't go to a fiery place, or float in the air on beautiful white fluffy clouds while eating the best chocolate made. I never met the mean guy with horns and a pitchfork, or God telling me that I had to go back to earth, it just wasn't time to come home. The tunnel of light never beckoned. I never saw my dead friends and family walking around like robots, saying "We're fine" in a flat, exprexionless voice, "We're OK." I was never taken to a place of healing where I could rest up. I never came back as another person in another decade. I have been asked many questions, but all I can say is that I remember nothing at all. Like you're asleep with no nightmares. I died Tuesday before last, but I wish I had stayed at a Howard Johnsons, it would have been a lot cheaper!
was resuscitated 3 times. I didn't see Michael Jackson, Jesus Christ, Elvis, nor my son Michael. I didn't go to a fiery place, or float in the air on beautiful white fluffy clouds while eating the best chocolate made. I never met the mean guy with horns and a pitchfork, or God telling me that I had to go back to earth, it just wasn't time to come home. The tunnel of light never beckoned. I never saw my dead friends and family walking around like robots, saying "We're fine" in a flat, exprexionless voice, "We're OK." I was never taken to a place of healing where I could rest up. I never came back as another person in another decade. I have been asked many questions, but all I can say is that I remember nothing at all. Like you're asleep with no nightmares. I died Tuesday before last, but I wish I had stayed at a Howard Johnsons, it would have been a lot cheaper!
Glad you're back. Man that is one heck of a way to spend your Tuesday. But if you had stayed at HoJo's you'd be communicating with us now from the beyond....they don't keep a defibrillator next to the little in-room coffeepot.
It's not depressing since you will not be aware that there's "nothingness."
I suppose it wouldn't be depressing when you're dead, but it sure is depressing to think about while living! Makes one wonder if there is absolutely nothing after this life, then what was the point of living it at all. My brain can't comprehend complete non-existence after death.
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I didn't go to a fiery place, or float in the air on beautiful white fluffy clouds while eating the best chocolate made. I never met the mean guy with horns and a pitchfork, or God telling me that I had to go back to earth, it just wasn't time to come home. The tunnel of light never beckoned. I never saw my dead friends and family walking around like robots, saying "We're fine" in a flat, exprexionless voice, "We're OK." I was never taken to a place of healing where I could rest up. I never came back as another person in another decade. I have been asked many questions, but all I can say is that I remember nothing at all. Like you're asleep with no nightmares. I died Tuesday before last, but I wish I had stayed at a Howard Johnsons, it would have been a lot cheaper! 
