Here in Idiot America most people don't understand what is real and what is bullshit. I explained reality for two fucktards.

The first fucktard: "I don't know what to believe about death. What do you think happens after death?"

What I'm going to write is not a belief. It doesn't require faith. Why? Because what I'm going to write is called "Reality". Reality has the advantage of being interesting and being real.

This is it: Dead people decompose. They are worm food. That's it. Dead people can't go to a magical heaven or a magical hell because they are fucking dead.

The 2nd fucktard: "So you don't know what to believe about death. If its any comfort to you, nor does anyone else."

Speak for yourself. Just because you don't know what reality is, doesn't mean everyone has your mental illness. Dead people don't go anywhere after they drop dead because they are fucking dead.

The 2nd fucktard: "Rest assured however that the day will come when you will find out."

Dead people don't find out anything because they are fucking dead. Any unbrainwashed child can figure it out.