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The doctor told my mum that she'd died after I was born. When she 'came back' the nurse asked her what it was like to be dead. My mum always maintained it was just like being asleep - there was just nothingness.
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Blimey Fred...'prostrate with terror' when you have to account for your 'sinful,perverted life'..
What the fudge have you been up to??? I've got nuffink that exciting to fess...
Do tell if it will ease your burden,there's only me here and I won't tell,goldfish confidentiality and all that
Aha, that would be telling! 
I confess my sins to my Saviour, not to a priest - just a normal man doing a job who utters those words of comfort so many Catholics love to hear: "Your sins are forgiven." Words of great comfort, but that is all they are. Because "Nobody comes to the Father except through the Son." Confessing your sins to a priest gives many a "feel good" factor. But what if the priest, having got out on the wrong side of bed and having a bad day snaps: "No, your sins are NOT forgiven!" What then?
Are you going to spend the rest of your days wondering whether your goose is already cooked? My paternal grandmother was raised in a convent and the local priest insisted that all her children were to be raised as Catholics. She told him straight that they would be raised C.o.E. and decide whichever faith they chose to follow once they were old enough to decide for themselves. In an act of extreme vengeance he threatened to, and did, have her excommunicated. Her short answer? "God, not man, will be my judge."
After my spiritual rebirth - 2003, I wrote and self-published a book on people's private testimonies and how it affected their lives called "In Him I Place My Trust" which forms part of my own testimony.
Somebody who died for you is unlikely to foresake you when you meet them face to face, but the uncertainty, like a child being afraid of the dark is still real. "Oh ye of little faith." still comes into it for many as they approach the end times, so full of self doubt. Here endeth the second lesson 
Re: Headless chickens
I have but only through neccessity! Cyprus, when there were the curfews and you had to eat. They were there for food, pure and simple. They ran around headless for about eight seconds before standing still and toppling over. A lot less painful than trying to wring it's neck, and quicker too. As a kid of about five I used to help pluck them once they were dead. It was quite an education. 
As some of you know, I was as Senior Nurse in Cardio-Thoracic Intensive Care...
In the 13 years that I worked there, I obviously saw dozens, probably hundreds of 'deaths'...some for minutes, some for a LOT longer, if there were problems getting the patient off the bypass machine e.g....
Anyhoo...not one single one of my patients ever described anything out of the ordinary.
Occasionally, we would have bods come & do questionnaires about it.
