I would rather deal with death by being present to the reality of it, rather than believing someone's made-up story about a beautiful place in the sky where we go after we die (if we're lucky, and if we're good.)
The reality of death is enough for me. I'm willing to be present to this big fat beautiful life, and I don't require an imaginary pal or the hope of an afterlife to be infinite joy and abundance now, while I'm alive.
That's very funny to need religion in order to cope with death. It's like putting an imaginary band-aid on an open, gaping chest wound.
well, okay, maybe that isn't the best analogy.
