"I have been dead for billions of years before I was born and have not suffered the slightest inconvenience." Mark Twain as far as I know.
Edit: Classically hell is just the absence of god too so if that's the case then I can really deal with that.Dylan Thomas said:Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Took the words right out my mouth.VioletZer0 said:The former.
I am not religious but the ceasing to exist is incredibly scary.