On My Kind of Death

I know nothing of life after death. In fact, nobody but nobody has any idea of what's life, if any, all about after death. What I do know, however, is that after I die, my remains will be cremated and my ashes thrown away in a rain forest. Or if I die in a sinking ship, I will end up dead like a dead fish in the ocean. Or, if I die in an airliner out of control crashing into a mountain, I will be blown up into bits reduced into cinders. Whatever the case may be, I said it before, I say it again: Fuck death.