A friend from college once asked me some psychological questions that eventually led to the conclusion of what I perceived death would look like. After I learned the intent of her inquisition, I refined the answer about what death would look like.
My vision was more or less like what Gandalf described in Peter Jackson’s Return of the King. That is, a huge field with blue skies, some clouds and an open plain that the eye could never perceive the end. My refined answer was basically my home where all the people I cared about in my past attended a huge backyard BBQ during a summer afternoon.
At the moment, I’m actually torn because I feel betrayed somehow and that the easiest thing to do would be to remove everyone from that list. Maybe the after life for me would simply be my house with just myself, my stuffed animals and possessions.