I used to be scared of dying and would have endless questions and doubts about it— hoping that our souls would find a better place somewhere and etc.
Now, I don't care to contemplate what happens after I die or if I'll live on. I just don't care.
If I don't exist? That's cool.
And if I get reincarnated? That's cool too.
And if there's an afterlife where spirits float around and stuff? That's cool too and I hope my spirit leaves trails of sparkles and shit.
But if there's an afterlife where suicide is a "sin" and I'm going to suffer for my choices from the physical world, well, I would be pretty fucking angry.
But ultimately I'm more concerned with not leaving a mess when I'm dead.