You know I am death obsessed. If you look at my older works they mostly deal with death, dying, the afterlife, killing, or the lack thereof(as in Niku's story). I am certain we all will die. But there's gotta be more to living than just this Earth. It doesn't have to be heaven I'd be happy for a free man (what I believe in is complicated). I am afraid of death yet I am curious of its workings.

I was just talking to my mother about how she was talking to my grandfather on the phone twelve hours before he died.

Oh how I longed to know what those last hours felt like. What does death feel like? How does it feel to have all your body processes stop? I want to know. A part of me can't wait to die but another part of me is scared that there will be nothing after. Does that make sense?

There was a point where I just wished you'd get to the point instead of beating around it:
It makes me sad to know this about people. When people find life as not worth living, then what is the real meaning of it to anyone? If it isn’t worth it, then why do we continue on with our lives? A meaning of life can be, as weird as it is, is that there is no meaning. If there is no meaning, then why are we here to begin with?

The structure kinda threw me off. But I'm just weird like that.

And I think one's would have worked in place of their here:

Life should be enjoyed, then, and when you die, it shouldn’t be so bad. It’s only when one preoccupies their self...

Where we go after is something should be where we will go after.

But then I suck at grammar.

This was very poetic:

It’s like having a child confront the monster in their closet, but death is real.

It's genius. I don't know how else to say it. It perfectly describes the confrontation of death.