I take far more comfort from knowing that i am the universe expressing itself, and therefore as long as its around, so am "I", whether this particular pattern is, or not.

I did hear that some Agnostics/Atheists changed their minds on their death beds. One of the people was Charles Darwin. I heard this in a sermon, so I don't know the exact source of the where the Pastor heard it.

I'm an Atheist, I don't believe in any gods. So the answer is NO, I wouldn't turn to a god if I was dying.

How would I know? I am in Great Health. Over 54 years of atheism and running.

An elderly Catholic I know told me that as I near death I will remember his god.

I replied that if we can work out a way I can enjoy my winnings, I will bet him every penny I have.

Beware elderly Catholics. Their minds are AWOL.

It was pointed out to me, if the dieing person tells the person trying to convert them that they accept God, then they get left alone. Otherwise they have to suffer.

No. I'm sure my family and friends would be turning to their Lord for comfort and understanding, but not me. I'd be pulling to get every extra minute I could out of my existence.

Never...not in this lifetime! Not for me! It makes no sense, unless god is the figment of a person’s imagination...and I hold no such imagination!

I became a widow very young, result of someone falling asleep behind the wheel while my husband was asleep as a passenger. Kevin was an organ donor which gave me a modicum of comfort....till I discovered my mother-in-law overrode his documented wishes. The whole funeral was NOTHING like I knew he would’ve wanted. And I feared the same from the Mormon side of my family should I kick the bucket young and single. Turns out a signature and sticker on your license isn’t enough documentation. The fix? At the ripe old age of in-my-early 20’s, I drew up a very specific advanced directive. (I need to update it, so thanks for the reminder!)

My directive states I want my body donated to science and with whatever money I have left, have a party while playing all of my favorite music. Live band or iPod playlist doesn’t matter just NO church organ and not in a church for that matter.

After reading Michael Pollan’s latest almost 2 years ago, if I am lucky enough to have people with me while I drift off. Everyone in the room including myself must munch on some Funky Fungus and if possible I’d like my last breath to be a bong rip.

I’m going MY WAY.

One would be tempted to turn to God if they simply turned away from God as an act of rebellion or did not fully embrace the idea that we don't know what's next and that that is ok.

I don't foresee it happening.

At the final hour(s) some people rave a little, and it might be the case that anybody who had a religious upbringing could rave about some kind of salvation. Having once held hands with a dying friend for six hours plus I do know that it happens. There but for the grace...oh fuck. Nearly slipped up there.

i wonder what Steve Jobs was thinking when he uttered his last words: Oh Wow.

There are 2 distinct changes of that ever happening to me and they are; S.F.A. ( Sweet F*** All) and Buckley's.

no, I don't think so.

Yup

One time when I’m a very bad place I said “I wish you existed so I had someone to talk to right now.”

I certainly hope not. That would mean that I'd slipped so far that I'd given up a whole lifetime of thought (rational or not).

At this point I don't expect to be plausibly convinced of any god unless they show up personally and bring overwhelming evidence. If I slip so far mentally that I accept less than that I'll be very displeased with my future self.