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What do you think happens after you die? I think it varies by what you believe. What I think happens to me will happen, what you think happens to you will happen. I honestly believe that it's a "be careful what you wish for" scenario.

Do you believe in heaven? Not in the way that most people think it. I don't believe in some really awesome place, because my vision of heaven is probably not consistent with that of other people I love, and yet it couldn't be heaven without them in it. I believe that heaven is an absence of desire of any kind. Nirvana.

Do you believe in hell? Again, not in the way most people envision it. Hell is eternally being caught up in your desires in a way that you can never escape, so you can never be happy. Most people are there now.

Do you think you will be judged after you die? I think that you are judged now, and by the most impartial judge possible - the law of cause and effect.

How many people would attend your funeral? Not very many. Half a dozen, maybe. It depends on how old I am. If I'm really old, fewer because fewer of my people will be alive.

Would you rather that people cry or laugh at your funeral? I want people to weep and tear out their hair and scream and wonder how they're going to go on living now that I'm gone. Then again, I expect people to look at each other, shrug, and check out the dessert tray.

What's better? A shot in the head or downing pills? I think that downing pills is better. Mostly because if you're really intent on doing it, you can do it right, and if you're not, you do it wrong and you have a better chance of living normally again. Whereas, without most of your face, you're screwed.

What should be written on your tombstone? I don't want a tombstone. I want to be cremated and have my ashes made into a tasteless tchotchke that my poor descendents will have to cart around for the rest of their lives (No, we can't garage sale that - it's grandma!).

Would you rather die childless or divorced? This decision has already been made. I will die having been divorced more times than I've borne children (two kids, three exes). But all in all, happy about the whole thing.

Do you want to die in the morning, afternoon, or night? It would be fair to state here that I've already been pronounced dead once, and at the time it happened, I had no perception of anything happening outside the room I was in. So, I suppose for the convenience of those remaining, morning would be best. They'd have the day to clean up the mess and make arrangements.

If you had a million dollars to leave, who would you leave it to? I would leave it to my daughters.

What kind of flowers do you want at your funeral? Alstromeria. In every color.

On your deathbed, which moment will you most remember? Those memories aren't what crowded my mind the first time. What took up all of my consciousness was the knowledge that I had to make a choice to die or not. It was an emotionally painful fight.

Have you ever watched someone die? Yes.

What's the most gruesome death you can imagine? I don't care to think about that. I have an overactive imagination and it's too early in the day for me to be that depressed.

How often do you think about death? Constantly.

Is fear of dying your number one fear? I don't have a fear of dying. It's all gonna be okay. I have a fear of living a horrible life, though.

Do you believe in reincarnation? Absolutely.

Have you ever wished someone you loved were dead? Never.

Do you consider life short or long? It's not nearly long enough to do all the things I want to do.

Do you think you have a soul? No.

Assisted suicide for a terminally ill person is: Logical and compassionate.

If you were cremated, where would you like your ashes? Close to my family where they can look at me and think about what a pain in the ass I was and how much nicer company I am now that I'm contained in an urn.

Would you choose to be immortal, if you could be? No way. I cannot imagine anything more painful that watching all those I love die before me. It is a fearful thing to love that which death can touch.