I believe that with death comes non-existence. I don't want to believe this, but I have found nothing to convince me otherwise.
Mackboy comments that, "Life is absurd and meaningless without God or immortality." I am sad for him, if this is true. As for myself, I treasure every moment that I am alive, knowing that tomorrow I might cease to be. My family, friends, and lovers have given me great joy. Arguably, that joy is magnified (made more poignant?) as a consequence of its brief duration.