Do you know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

[Didactylos]

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away

YANBU - Truth! Freedom! Justice! and a hardboiled egg!
YABU - what are you talking about?

I like that idea.

YANBU. I have the quote saved

I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time

Currently listening to interesting times

Does that include women?

Is a woman not dead in this scenario?

Everybody understands boots.

There is always time for another last minute

Thanks for the reminder.

You're not allowed to say her name any more, little mate.

(I would actually prefer this).

GNU, Sir Terry.

(MNHQ turned all the flowers lilac in 2015, does anyone here remember that?)

Don't think of it as dying. Think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.

GNU STP.

No - being alive and being remembered are not the same thing.

Fat lot of use it is having your name spoken if you're dead and know nothing about it.

People with a religious faith might feel differently, of course, but I am an agnostic.

Plato said it first though (much as I love Pterry)

No, but if you start singing, I'll join in on the second chorus

I think TP comes across as a not-very-militant atheist, or maybe as a particularly cynical gnostic. I like.

Definitely Camp YANBU.

Anyway, I'm Jewish, and Judaism doesn't have all that much to say about an afterlife. We live on in the remembrance of our deeds. So - Camp YANBU again. Innabun.

Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.

Truth, Justice, Freedom Reasonably priced love ... and a hard boiled egg.

That's the thing about revolutions. They always come around again.

So a fucker like Hitler gets to live forever?

All the little Angels
How do they rise up?

I like this, thank you. Sunday marked the 38th year since my mum’s passing and I happened to have this very conversation with myself. I was reflecting on who is left to remember and love her and thought about how long it will be until she’s just a name on a headstone. I’m cheery like that!

GNU.

A lot of women cease to exist long before they die. I have worked in nursing homes. Absolutely heartbreaking how many are parked until they become useful by conveniently dying.

I had to turn up to this party.

“It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.”

I still haven't read his last. As far as I'm concerned ill read it when he writes another.

GNU

Ridiculous. When you die you're dead.

It's just one of those Facebook sound bites designed to placate people who are terrified by their own mortality.

Ugh - this is so cheesy.