I am 100% card-carrying atheist (and scientist) and most of the time I dont mind the idea of being ‘compost’ after I die. In its own way, compost leads to new life, and means I’ll be part of a new cycle. Fine.
At the same time, I acknowledge that having an image/story/idea about an afterlife can be handy and comforting (especially for kids, or when I’m anxious or grieving) but I don’t think it needs to be connected to a whole religion or lifestyle. We’re all allowed to find death scary, and have little fantasies that mitigate that feeling, in my view.
I remember my (non-religious) granny at 96 telling me with a soft twinkly smile that she was looking forward to being reunited with her husband (who’d died 20 years earlier). She told me how it went in her mind. She’d walk down a meadow to a lake. He would be sitting on a bench, in the dappled sun, under a blossom tree, feeding the ducks. She would sit next to him, take his hand and they’d keep feeding the ducks together.
When I think of her, this is the picture in my mind. In fact I think I’ve populated a whole imaginary ‘mind palace with gardens’ to include everyone I know who’s died. They are all doing something calm, that they are enjoying. My dad is fishing, my friend is watching the sunset with a g&t in his hand.
I don’t need it to be any more ‘real’ than that. It calms me, so I can get on with living the short life I have.
As for my body, I’d like to be buried but with none of those airlock/chemical caskets. Woodland burial (in wicker) if I can organise it, with a sapling on top. Somewhere friends and family can visit, and talk to my tree!
Just because I’m an atheist, doesn’t mean my ‘end’ can’t include some ritual and poetry, right?