My soul was born with my body, not at conception, but after I had been carried for nine months on June the twenty fourth, nineteen ninety six, so it will inevitably die along with my body as well.

It will be like sleeping, I won't know that I am dead, because my mind will cease, the scant percent of me that my brain controls, and I will be unaware of things that occur after me.

I have accepted that there will still be a world after me, and I will not be here after the world, just as it was before I was born.

Why does there have to be an after life, if there is no before life?