I don’t know why but I have been in a very philosophical mood lately. Many seeds have recently been planted in my brain about what my last words in life might be. No, this isn’t doom and disaster stuff to me. Instead it is kinda fun and at least interesting to think about.

They say that when you are on the verge of conscious death your brain goes through a chemical process that resembes hullicnations. Steve Jobs last words were “Oh Wow, Oh Wow, Oh Wow“. That seems to follow that line of thought.

Another idea is that your life flashes before your eyes. I don’t physically see how that is even possible. But if it did I wonder how my mind could possibly absorb all that and then compile it into a few insightful words.

I have no idea what my final words will be. I hope that I die in my sleep so there would be no last words. A person’s last words are kind of in the same arena as an epitaph, of which I am just not interested in. I will leave it to others, if they even care to write it.

Almost if not all of the world’s religions are base on what happens after death. I might even postulate that is THE primary purpose of some religions is centered around life after death. So of course there have been an infinite number of theologians over the centuries who have put their two cents in on this topic.

As for me, after my death I have instructed them to just put me in a box and bury me next to my wife. No viewing or ceremonies wanted. I won’t be around to notice them anyway. I just want to be remembered for of those who I have helped a little . That’s good enough for me.