Matter, at its most fundamental, being energy, it stands to reason that when we die we are simply changing states. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, so something happens to all that electricity flowing around in your brain and innards. Your mass decomposes, the energy is absorbed by other beings (circle of life) like worms, the heat is given off into the atmosphere, etc.
Does your consciousness go with these things as they break up, disperse, change, etc? I'm highly doubtful of it. I for one am rather offended at the idea of humans having a soul. It's arrogant and completely unfounded. I don't think I have a soul any more than a dolphin does, I just happen to belong to a species that has learned to apply knowledge and intelligence in a different way. And I certainly hope they don't kick our asses one day when there are only a few of us left and dolphins conquer the earth.
Anyway, the idea of your consciousness remaining somehow and retaining memories or even any inclination gained in this life is about as ridiculous as me thinking if I yanked out my eyeball and put it on the table and left, a little bit of my consciousness would remain there and I'd be able to see what's going on in the room after I'm gone. I mean seriously, come on.
If you stop existing and knowing after you take your final breath...what is there to worry about? You're DEAD, there's no more pondering or knowing anything...that's it. Everything shuts off, your brain processes close, there's no, "oh, so this is what it's like to die, now I know." I think honestly that some people have a very, very difficult time reconciling themselves to that fact and have built entire religions out of making themselves feel better about death. I mean seriously, name a single mainstream religion that isn't somehow obsessed with death.
I think the trick to overcoming that fear is to live the most fulfilling life possible. Like Down's example of a movie...what's the point of even going if you're just waiting and waiting and obsessing over the ending? You'll never enjoy the flick until you learn to sit back and relax and enjoy it. And then, if it really was a good movie, when it's over you'll realize you were satisfied, and that was that.
Or you can go out and start a religion about how the movie goes on, dress up like a kook, start an online petition for a sequel, and then when Hollywood does make the sequel you can get on a forum and ***** about how much better the first one was.
I'm done with my little tangent now, sorry.
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