[gimlet]

Guess she got her point across. Maybe without the husbands income and help she was overwhelmed taking care of 2 kids. It's sad, but there it is...

[AngelAssassin]

Originally Posted by Killgaad ↗

I hate to be the bearer of shocking news, but there is no afterlife—capitalized or not.

While I empathize with your personal experience and I can be sensitive to your perception of it, you must remember that perception can be illusory and deceiving.

YOU DID NOT DIE.

Just because your heart stops and you don't display a pulse, does not mean your brain is not very much alive.

Death only occurs when one reaches *information-theoretic death.*

I suggest you study this, before you emit phantasmagorical musings about a nonexistent supernatural realm.

Your argument doesn’t mean that there is no afterlife. You have your opinion, the same as Bladeboy05 does, and everyone else too.
There are many, many people who have reported experiencing things just like this. It’s unprovable either way due of lack of physical evidence, but, at some point you can prove it by sheer volume of circumstantial evidence.

[xKMFDMx]

They’ll find a way to blame it on the guy. #feminism

[Budd Dwyer]

On one hand, waste of a good cumpdumpster milf
On the other: i hope this stupid bitch burns extra crispy in hell for "revenge" killing her own kids, because she got dumped
Single moms these days, smh

[Killgaad]

Originally Posted by fubr0 ↗

Sorry, but you dont know that :) Your arguments have same weight as his. Nobody alive will ever know so claiming you do is foolish.

True.

Perhaps I should've used the word 'unlikely' instead.

But, if a biological machine, for example, completely disintegrates through decomposition, then how can it function again— even if, hypothetically, there was some putative afterlife?

So you see how nonsensical the whole charade is?

People are so naive and willing to believe in make-believe and fanciful wishful thinking—because they're so afraid of the dark—that they don't even bother to reason judiciously about the notion that even if there was life after death, nobody could be reassembled ever again to enjoy it to begin with.

Sadly, decomposition and the resultant final entropy are irreversible and move in only one direction: towards permanent destruction and complete, utter disorganization of the former constituent particles that made up the metabolism-driven biological organism that we once were.

Say what you will, but anything else is bunkum—and I'm sorry to say it, but I don't need to have to pass through that eldritch threshold, into Nirvana-oblivion, to know for sure that there's nothing there, and never will, and never can be—as in the paraphrased words of Mark Twain: death couldn't cause me the slightest inconvenience, as I've been dead for what amounts to infinity—before I was ever born.
Now, I still remember how my heart was broken when I learned that Santa was a lie, but I am indifferent to it as an adult, because I have matured and I now know better then lie to myself, as others have done to me. (Without knowing for sure if reindeer our populating the Northeen skies surreptitiously.)

Can I prove definitively that Santa Claus does not exist?

No.

Do I want an afterlife to exist, and for our bodies to survive death intact and for us to be returned to a youthful state and to live a meaningful, beautiful life in perpetuity?

Of course.

But we're not children anymore, and we ought to know better.

Instead of pining for an impossible afterlife, we should be better stewards of every moment we have here, now, and build a palpable happiness in this reality, while we still can— for tragically,NOTHING ORGANIZED can survive the coming, irreversible death and decomposition of the body.

Sadly, physical death entails the complete eradication of evolved-complexity, and returns our particle constituents to a devolved, simple state of permanent non-complexity.

A mind, an intellect, memories, personality, cannot be virtualized upon non-interactive random particles scattered about in the dirt and rotting body fluids—with no synapses, electrical output, complex chemistry or metabolism to speak of any longer.

Therefore, for all intents and purposes, I can intelligently infer that I *DO KNOW* that there's no flying teapot behind the moon, for example—and I don't need to prove it to anyone, to know *FOR SURE* that it cannot possibly exist in any reality-based framework.

But, I'm open to being pleasantly surprised by a non-psychopathic God and an afterlife where we can all still achieve orgasm.

Quod. Erat. Demonstrandum.

Afterlife, anyone

[Killgaad]

(Typo: "if reindeer are populating")

[Killgaad]

Originally Posted by Bish82 ↗

May this sick piece of shit never, ever rest in peace. I hope she is cordoned off in the hottest corner of Satan's personal restroom facilities.

This sounds very kinky.

[Killgaad]

Typo: "than"

[Richards]

Nice bum

[Zipherup]

Wish I could have watch that devil hang. At least her neck is tilted the right way, love the stretch. I think the perfect job would be to put these terrible women to the noose and hang them as an executioner. They really need to bring that back. I’d love to long drop tits like those that have no place on earth…