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AD – After Death

Let’s speak about death, shall we? Death, because some opine that the death is the only reality. I am not too sure on that. Just because everyone we know pass away at some point of time does not necessarily prove death. What if someone is born tomorrow who just happen to live forever? Who knows perhaps a Professor John Oldman lives among us already. Questions about death and what happens after have always pondered humanity. Some believe death is the end and nothing remains after. Several mythologies hold the view that death is merely a passage to an everlasting afterlife, one which is more glamorous than the life on Earth. There is yet another prevalent view that the soul takes rebirth after each death until it gets salvation. If we are to look closely, a myriad of beliefs and theories exist, and the debate has been on for ages. While many other equally confusing questions are now being answered using science, what happens after death is still unknown, as dead men tell no tales. Let us settle the issue, once and for all.

Forgotten. Yes, in most of our cases, we are forgotten after our deaths. A lot of tears happen immediately after death. A sort of numbness prevails for a while. Then they move on. Things get back to normal around. This is the case with the faceless commoner. If you belong to the luckier lot, people would rename stuff in your honor. You would become a road, library, hospital, or even a day. If you are a businessman, your kids may name the business after you. You would become a brand. If you are an artist, you would live through your works. You would become a novel, movie, picture or music. The once real you would be confined to memories, to be rekindled on family reunions and other occasions.

The numbness that prevailed in the lives of your close ones too shall pass in due time. As a famous someone told us in a famous movie, life has to go on no matter what. In other words, life happens after death.

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