The problem with death is that life is never really over.
Life is over in that body for that indvidual ... but at the moment of death that is who you are forever ...
good, bad, grumpy, happy, saved or unsaved.
The body you destroy is not cheating the judge that stands at the door.
It is the soul that is left ... the spirit, the love and the hate you had continues on for eternity in some God forsaken place or perhaps in a heavenly one.
The body is dead without the spirit ....
the spirit wanders till it can be claimed by one side or the other, but then again their is lukewarm and perhaps you'll find yourself on a bar floor room somewhere wondering what the hell happened.
Don't you ever wonder where all of those spooky stories come from about ghost, invisable to the naked eye, many times heard, but not seen.
Spirits of trapped people, desembodied souls, in a world we cannot even begin to understand.
If you want to fear something ... fear your lack of discernment in such matters as suicide.
Take the long way home not the quick way
