In an important, well worth considering sense, the moment I die, the moment you die, even the moment that Julius Caesar and Jesus of Nazareth die, are all the very same moment. For from the particular frame of reference of extinguished consciousness, there is no longer any subjective time. Death collapses all the dimensions that are otherwise needed to stop things happening at the same place at the same time.
Within the larger misunderstanding that we call The Afterlife, there is a common, smaller misunderstanding: that those we loved that have long since passed away are somehow sitting up there checking their watches, waiting for us to join them!
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