Well, then he still fucked up
It’s true: Everyone is afraid to die. Every creature in the animal kingdom does whatever it can to remain alive. (Example: you miss at squishing an ant, it’ll start walking very fast trying to avoid getting squished.)
It is no surprise for conscious man to be aware that the end of the line is coming closer every day and it is inevitable. It would be quite comforting to know that there is life after death, but how are we to know? People claim to have seen things during their 2 minute death, but that can be explained neurologically.
The more I freed myself from religion, the more I realized how precious life is. I accepted that when I die, I will either become ashes or worm food, most likely the latter. I am not going to be dressed up in a toga and play harp all day or receive torture in a fire lake (unless either has wi-fi). I will die, every single one of my body’s cells will die and as an organism, I’ll stop regenerating and consuming energy. This allows me to realize that life is short and I can’t waste it by investing in other ordinary people who tell me it can get better when I die for a fee.
Religion is a business. A business profiting from the fear of death.
Instead of worrying about dying, worry about living. Screw the church for trying to tell you how to live your life. Do what you think is right and make the world a better place for everyone.
^ Fucking perfect.