Unfortunately, intellectual integrity prevents me from lending any truth to any of them. Because any afterlife takes place somewhere else, in ways that we really can't imagine, there is no method of finding out what does happen, and then taking that knowledge and returning it here. So, unfortunately, any afterlife must honestly be considered part of the realm of hopes, dreams, and wishes, with little relevance to what does happen.
Though the idea that we're just consciences, being developed and nutured in a computer-created reality, with acceptable ones being put into real bodies after their "end" in the simulation, intrigues me.
Though, honestly, I don't plan on dying for quite a long (centuries) time. I'm participating in the race between lifespan and technology. But if I must, then I'm going to allow this container called my body to become the property of science, to benefit people in death, and not waste yet more ground.
"Let us reflect in another way, and we shall see that there is great reason to hope that death is a good, for one of two things: - either death is a state of nothingness and utter unconsciousness, or, as men say, there is a change and migration of the soul from this world to another. Now if you suppose that there is no consciousness, but a sleep like the sleep of him who is undisturbed even by the sight of dreams, death will be an unspeakable gain. For if a person were to select the night in which his sleep was undisturbed even by dreams, and were to compare with this the other days and nights of his life, and then were to tell us how many days and nights he had passed in the course of his life better and more pleasantly than this one, I think that any man, I will not say a private man, but even the great king, will not find many such days or nights, when compared with the others. Now if death is like this, I say that to die is gain; for eternity is then only a single night. But if death is the journey to another place, and there, as men say, all the dead are, what good, O my friends and judges, can be greater than this? If indeed when the pilgrim arrives in the world below, he is delivered from the professors of justice in this world, and finds the true judges who are said to give judgment there, Minos and Rhadamanthus and Aeacus and Triptolemus, and other sons of God who were righteous in their own life, that pilgrimage will be worth making. What would not a man give if he might converse with Orpheus and Musaeus and Hesiod and Homer? Nay, if this be true, let me die again and again. I, too, shall have a wonderful interest in a place where I can converse with Palamedes, and Aias the son of Telamon, and other heroes of old, who have suffered death through an unjust judgment; and there will be no small pleasure, as I think, in comparing my own sufferings with theirs. Above all, I shall be able to continue my search into true and false knowledge; as in this world, so also in that; I shall find out who is wise, and who pretends to be wise, and is not. What would not a man give, O judges, to be able to examine the leader of the great Trojan expedition; or Odysseus or Sisyphus, or numberless others, men and women too! What infinite delight would there be in conversing with them and asking them questions! For in that world they do not put a man to death for this; certainly not. For besides being happier in that world than in this, they will be immortal, if what is said is true.
Wherefore, O judges, be of good cheer about death, and know this of a truth - that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death. He and his are not neglected by the gods; nor has my own approaching end happened by mere chance. But I see clearly that to die and be released was better for me; and therefore the oracle gave no sign. For which reason also, I am not angry with my accusers, or my condemners; they have done me no harm, although neither of them meant to do me any good; and for this I may gently blame them.
Still I have a favor to ask of them. When my sons are grown up, I would ask you, O my friends, to punish them; and I would have you trouble them, as I have troubled you, if they seem to care about riches, or anything, more than about virtue; or if they pretend to be something when they are really nothing, - then reprove them, as I have reproved you, for not caring about that for which they ought to care, and thinking that they are something when they are really nothing. And if you do this, I and my sons will have received justice at your hands.
The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways - I to die, and you to live. Which is better God only knows."
Socrates, the end of The Apology of Socrates.
First, in order to understand what happens when we die, we have to understand what happens when we're born. Each individual has always existed, and always will, but before this life, was a spirit, and before that, an formless intelligence. In the pre-existence (perhaps more accurately referred to as the pre-life, as opposed to after-life) there was a war, not physical, but a war of ideology. Of course, Satan and his followers lost and were banished to the outside... here, without body. Those that remained valiant, about 2/3 of the hosts of heaven, receive or received bodies, our second estate.
That war will be discussed in further detail later.
So, anyway, we came here, as a sort of test, and receive bodies, and after we die, our spirits leave our bodies and enter the spirit world, which is divided into spirit prison (commonly known as hell, but it isn't the end), and spiritual paradise. Which one a person enters depends on how he or she lived in this life. We remain there until resurrection, which, really, could happen at any time, but the large majority will have to wait until the Millennium. After the Millennium, we have final judgement, and, based on how we've lived and if we've repented, we can enter one of three kingdoms of glory. The lowest, the telestial, is reserved for the most wicked, and it is far greater and more glorious than we can imagine in this life, such that if you were to see it in your mortal state, it would probably kill you from shock. The second, the terrestrial, is more amazing than that. The highest, the celestial, is for only those who were most valiant and repentant. Unless one enters the celestial, progression comes to an end, and that's it. Those who enter the highest degree of the celestial kingdom receive exaltation, and become as God.
As you can probably guess, I don't allow ideas of what happens after death to really affect my life much. There has never been reason to believe any particular divine being or realm to exist, so I tend not to bother. I believe that if I did believe, however, I would believe in a god who doesn't require belief (always struck me as a singularly needy and irrational thing for gods to desire of me - take Yahweh for example. Expecting me to believe in 'im just on the basis of the bible and threatening me with hell if I don't is the sort of behaviour that would see him barred entry to second-level philosophy on account of idiocy... aaanyway) so I don't feel like I'm insulting any supreme beings there might be out there - using the powers en may have endowed me with to live a kind and honest life on my own virtues, without allowing any of the thousands of clamouring preachers in this world to sway me to their arbitrary idea of religion strikes me as a far greater respect to them than accepting, say, the Bible as my gospel truth.
If God was there, though, and I was wrong about this whole 'God is fairly smart and reasonable' thing, I'm going straight to hell. I'd fall down on a few of the sexual things, most of the food things, all of the blasphemy things, but (I think) none of the 10 commandments. Oh, also I'd be wise-cracking for all I was worth, because, you know, I only get one chance at God and with eternal damnation looming I don't exactly have a lot to lose.
So, if my picture of the universe is more or less correct and God wants us to be as smart and as strong and as nice as we can without any threats needed or given, I should be set for whatever comes next. Of course, I think I'll just stop there and all that'll be left is everything I've done to the world during my life (which won't be much, but overall it'll be better than if it weren't there), but I'm open to other offers.
Like being an undead superhero! That'd be wicked!
When I die, my family will grieve, my friends will too. Nobody will rejoice, until they get to the bit in my will where I order them to. Somewhere, small amounts of inertia that I hope to build up in my life, little ripples of joy or compassion, will run on for a while...
What I hope to do with my life is create something that makes those ripples come from as many people as possible to as many people as possible. If I continue to exist only as a small wave of human kindness, or as a fond memory or a beneficent organisation, that's really enough. In some ways, even, it's more than I am now.
This is what happens to everyone after their body dies. Unless, of course, you have paid in advance to be frozen in liquid nitrogen until future technology can revive you (in that case, see: Cryonic Companies Who Will Freeze You If You Pay Them.)
I know the answer.
Let's say we die in a hospital. The time of death is noted, as are any of our last words. The doctor will then prepare a certificate stating time and cause of death. If the cause of death has not been established, a post-mortem examination (autopsy) is performed.
Once the hospital has completed its paperwork, we are released to our family so they can choose a method of disposal. Let's assume we're gonna be buried.
The body is sent to a funeral home where preparation begins. The funeral director will lay our body out on a table and remove all of our clothing. The clothing is either washed and returned to our family, or destroyed. Jewlery and glasses are then inventoried.
The body's surface is then sponge-cleaned with a disinfectant solution. Once we're all clean, we are positioned. Rigor Mortis is relieved by massaging and flexing our limbs, and they are usually straightened.
A small incision is then made in both the carotid artery and the jugular vein (ouch!) to drain the blood from the body. A pumping tube is placed into the carotid artery, and a drain tube is placed in the jugular vein. Embalming fluid is then pumped into the carotid artery pushing the blood out through the jugular vein. This fluid circulates through the body for disinfection, and our blood is disposed of. (I wonder how this would feel. I'd imagine it's none too pleasant.)
Another small incision is made above the navel, and a long needle is inserted into the abdominal and thoracic cavities (ouch again!). Blood is then drained from these cavities. Once the blood has been drained, a strong disinfectant solution is pumped into the body's organs.
When the incisions have been closed, the body is again washed with cool water and a germicidal solution containing bleach. Our fingernails are cleaned, and solvents are used to remove any remaining stains on our body. They wash our hair, trim and/or remove facial hair, and remove nose/ear hair.
The body is then dressed with a full set of clothing, and the face is cosmetized with either store bought, or special mortuary cosmetics. The remains are then placed into a casket, positioning the body in a natural, relaxed position. Final touch-ups are also made to the body and the casket, and are prepared for viewing.
A wake takes place where friends and family say their last goodbyes, and the casket is closed and buried in a cemetery.
Then we decompose.
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