Many readers have informed me that it is a tragic and dreary business to go into death without faith. I don’t feel that way. “Faith” is neutral. All depends on what is believed in. I have no desire to live forever. The concept frightens me. I am 69, have had cancer, will die sooner than most of those reading this. That is in the nature of things. In my plans for life after death, I say, again with Whitman:I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
– Roger Ebert
I am very sad, but what a beautiful statement about death.