This post is not meant to depress anyone, not meant to hurt anyone’s feelings or not meant to be changing someone’s mind about their beliefs or wants/needs/wishes. This is my babble.

Humans can be uber-morbid sometimes. Like me. Once I get caught thinking about death I can drag myself into this darkest deepest pit of misery and hysteria. (Not now, though)
Nothing I can do- I don’t understand death. I am afraid of death taking people and I am afraid to die before I can truly say that I have lived and experienced as much as I want.

Had a chat with my brother about death and funerals and I wish I had his way of thinking. I think he feels about funerals the way he does because he is a man. Men are stronger when it comes to logical and inevitable processes of nature. I’m not saying men are emotionless, I just think they deal with things better. I am also not saying that all women are like me- psychotic and weak. But- I think, like him, that I would rather not do the funeral process. Why is it necessary? Why have the old ancient ways dissolved and replaced my some church-ritual? I think, like him, that we should have more respect towards the people that we respect and are burying. I have only ever been to 2 funerals in my life. One of them I can’t remember because I was so young and the other one I wish I didn’t remember. It felt so wrong seeing a person dug into the ground in a box. While I understand the necessity of a funeral for closure I do not understand why it’s done the way it is. Saying that- I guess everyone can really choose how they wish to be buried. Or cremated. Or whatever. I just find it… against the grain… the make-up, the “everybody come around and let’s take a gooood look at the person again, you know, for the last time”- well, we all got the “last look” when they were still alive and that should suffice?! No?!

Now, REMEMBER- this is MY opinion and if you feel differently- great. I am not saying that we should all hate the church-ritual. Whatever makes us happy, right? Whatever helps us survive afterwards, right?

Moving on- how much does a person body really matter after they die?

Hard to explain. Let me just put it this way- I have heard some people thinking this and I have thought about it- remember when in school in physics class the one big rule was being stamped into our brains- Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, but can change from one form to another. Right? And what.. Who are Humans? We are energy. I think our souls are. Don’t you? So when a human body dies, the energy from our soul doesn’t disappear.. It simply transforms into something else, someone else?

If someone could prove that theory to me, I would not be afraid of death anymore. I would be happy to know that all the loved ones somehow lived on.


I will not get tired of repeating- We only have ONE life- so let’s enjoy it! Through shit and thin! One life, lads! One life to live the way we are… After that? We may be coming back as someone else 🙂


  1. “So when a human body dies, the energy from our soul doesn’t disappear.. It simply transforms into something else, someone else?”
    Ei oska seda Sulle kahjuks kuidagi teaduslikult tõestada. Mul ei ole tõendeid, on vaid sisemine usk sellesse. Ei, mitte usk, ma tean, et see on nii 🙂


    • jah, tahaks ka uskuda!
      How great it would be to die and discover it really isn’t the end and have everybody gone before us waiting for us in “the other side”


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