I’ll probably be a serial killer someday

So, another morning post.  Which is strange, because I'm not good with mornings.  Especially school mornings, because I have to get up earlier than I'd like to and actually do things.   But mornings are usually good times to think.  Especially Saturday mornings.  Mornings when you wake up and you have nothing to do, when your room is filled with sunlight and you can hear birds chirping outside, so you lie in bed for a while and spend your morning thinking.  I used to do that a lot when I was younger.  I don't do that much anymore, partially because my life has gotten busier and partially because it's just not the same, now that I've moved.

When I was little, I used to think about death a lot in the mornings.  Very morbid topic, that.  Probably means I'm going to someday keep severed heads in my basement and stab random people while they shower.  But, in my defense, I was mostly thinking about how it feels to die.  I, a third grader on a sunny morning, was thinking about my own mortality.  Thinking about how someday, I won't be on this earth.  I'll disappear, and where I was, there will just be an empty shell.

Now, I'm a christian.  I believe that after people die, the ones who accepted Christ go to heaven and the ones who didn't, hell.  I also believe that death is the direct result of sin.  So does it hurt to die?  Does that moment, when your soul leaves your body and you become something else, hurt?  Is it like falling asleep?  Does everything fade out slowly, or is it sudden, like pricking your finger on a thorn?  There are some things we think we know- hypothermia is like falling asleep, drowning is painful.  But do we really know?  I mean, I guess we could, since with CPR and stuff, people have come back.  But I'd be kinda surprised to find people going around talking about the actual experience- seems like it would be somewhat traumatic, dying.  I also wonder, if the person did talk about it, how their memory and experience might have been affected by coming back.  I don't think they would lie or anything, of course, but coming back might alter the way you remember what happened when you died.  

As you can see, I find mornings a good time for morbid reflections.  I'm learning AP Lit classes are also a good time for thinking about these things.  Especially when we're going over essay grades.