I believe we leave this body in spirit. I believe we are more than our physical bodies. Yes I can only see the physical but I believe I can feel the spirit. I choose to believe. I choose because with that choice I have possibilities. My spirit is feels lighter. I feel the truth is in that direction.
The atoms comprising your body disperse in the atmosphere and are recycled by nature into other ob<x>jects. Since the body is only a complex machine death means it has broken down never to be restarted again.
matter can't be created or destroyed
more accurately energy not matter
I have never seen matter destroyed as well. Have you?
I believe you either go to hell or heaven
Our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass.
everyone steals your money.
Sorry to burst your bubble but if your dead you have no money
don't be so stupid.
first good laugh of the day. Thanks.
Your energy will go into the life of another. Wether it be a tree, person, or animal. Or whatever really. Also the body rots. And all that tasty stuff.
rotting away the $hit talkers come out in groves
Poooooof! Nothing...it's just vanish.<br />
Or I'll come to tell U, let me dye first.
It will be the start of the next great adventure.
If we were given a life in the first place, it surely isn't impossible to be granted life in another form?
Your teeth get fixed up, all nice and un-gappy.
The next life, and that is FOREVER.
it depends. if you were a **** you'll come back as an ant. if you were cool maybe a platypus. just kiddin. Worm Food!
The energy in your body becomes your soul and you return to the universe where you will soar throughout the universe until it is time to return.
In normal circumstances they take the body to the morgue. Then usually the next of kin identifies it then it's moved into the mortuary, well this is bogstandard practice in England. When you've arranged with an undertaker, they store the body until the funeral, though you can have the body around the home, open lid or not...
I think, they will go on a place where soul really comes from...:) No one knows where...
Some mourn you, some miss you, most forget you and a few remember you.
You get sent to Anfield.
to admire our trophy.
I don't think about what happens after death. I have plenty to think about while I am still living. I don't have time to worry about what comes next.