Occasionaly, but i don't believe there is anything after death, I don;t feel I need the comfort of thinking there is something to go on to - oblivion will be just that, so i won't know anything about it.
I do worry about leaving my loved ones behind, and the pain it will cause them, but there is nothing I can do about that, so i must accept it.
You can belive this or not, as I type I have my brother's Watch above my Music Keyboard, he died in OZ 3 years ago, I often wear the watch It's time keeping is Spot on, when I take it off and put on another watch it will stop, No battery problems, how do you figure that out?
I bl00dy well hope not on one hand and on another your own mortality comes into shapr focus with the thought that when you draw your last breath that is all of you that ever was.
No not really. I used to when I was younger (teenager) and found it harder to admit that I have absolutely no belief in any form of life after death but for all of my adult life I have been quite happy in my atheism and since I don't believe in life after death, I don't really have any need to think about it. At best I sometimes feel sad to think that I will one day not exist and this will make other people.
Here's the point... humans are so very different than all other animals in so many different ways that evolution alone couldn't reasonably account for it... That being said, are we to believe that there is no point whatsoever to this existence... as some has said are we just exciteable appetites? I don't think so... but it would take reams to explain, so I'll just leave it there...
Everybody likes to think there's some thing nice waiting on the "Other Side" but in the 70's, like baldrick I had a major near death experience and all I can remember is the great pain until they gave me a shot of morphine and after that it was a blank for a fortnight or so till I woke up still in pain though I must admit it wasn't as bad as when I went under. No bright light at the end of the tunnel in fact nothing at all but pain when the drugs wore off.
As regards, "After death, where do we go?" the usual answer here in Britain is, "Either into a hole in the ground or an incinerator."
I'm not just being flippant; that really IS it as far as I am concerned and I too was once 'dead'.