The question of what I believe happens when I die has recently become a topic I repeatedly have to touch back on. My theist friends find what I say in response astounding.
My answer to them is this:
Nothing. We become plant food. Nothing else happens. Everything (within yourself) ends. It just stops.
Then the theists get a little puzzled. "But then you're just floating around in a void."
So I ask them what would be floating around and where they would be floating. They don't know. Because first of all, there would be nowhere too float around in. Void is basically an infinite amount of nothing. But how can nothing be there? It can't because it's exactly that: NOTHING! So essentially voids don't exist because they are absolutely nothing. There is always something somewhere, there is never nothing.*
But, let's grant them the fact that there is a void somewhere in space and time that just sorta hangs there between a pair of stinky socks and a gum wrapper lost forever underneath some kids bed. Sure, why the hell not? What would be floating there? They say my consciousness would. Now, not believing in a god, I also don't believe in the preservation of any sort of eternal "soul". So to me, there wouldn't be anything able to do the floating. When you die your brains stops sending electrical pulses to the rest of it, thus ending all communications within the body. Thought and emotion and consciousness are made up of these electrical signals so without them they end. So without those signals I can't know anything, see hear or feel anything. There would be no part of me that could even realize I'm dead. There would be no part of me that could grasp the concept of time or relativity. There would be no past, present, or future for me. There just wouldn't be me.
So assuming they understand at this point I let them ask another question. A rather funny one at that.
"But aren't you scared of just ending?"
No. I'm not. Because once I ended what would be left to care? There would be no memory of the regret, pain, or sadness that accompanied me in death (hopefully I don't have any of that). This question is funny (in an irritating sort of way) because I just spent X amount of time explaining that there will be nothing left. There would be no way for me to be scared. However, the time leading up to that point leaves room for fear or acceptance. Right now, if i was dying, I'd accept it. Well, I'd probably be a little pissed since I'm only 18 but hey, beggars can't be choosers right?
So in a sense I guess death is like the end of a book: there's "The End" written in big bold letters, and then all of a sudden there's no more pages to read.
*This is my theory on voids. And as always, it's open for ridicule and critique. I'm no astrophysicist or whatever so that's my view on voids, when the meaning of the word is looked at literaly.