I still remember the first funeral I ever attended. It was my Uncle who had died rather suddenly. I was probably around 7 years old. I saw him in the open casket, then at the grave site and couldn't help wondering about what happens after death--like most people do at a funeral I suppose. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure I believed in a life after death even at that age, so the obvious conclusion scared the piss out of me.

I attended a private catholic school and went to church every Sunday, but never really bought into the whole religion thing even though I thought it would be nice if I could.

I would give anything in the world to be able to believe in a life after death.