What you know seconds after death is whether what you are experiencing is the face of Jesus Christ welcoming you to heaven, or the flames of hell scorching your soul.
Before the advent of opiods, people would either be smiling or screaming at the point of death based on which floor the elevator was heading.
“Before the advent of opiods, people would either be smiling or screaming at the point of death based on which floor the elevator was heading.”
Calling BS on that.
My WWII vet grandfather lived a pretty chaotic and raucous life.
The look in his eyes when he died was one of utter terror and his last words were that he felt ‘hot’.
Hospice workers will tell you similar stories. If that doesn’t make one run to Jesus Christ, nothing will.
The screaming usually had to do with whatever cancer was eating them alive.
Pneumonia—which is what got most everyone else (infections spread to the lungs) cause a lack of Oxygen. In essence, you drown. Lack of O2 is a nice way to go. It causes your brain to just shut down.
Thus, your screaming and smiling while you die.
We all have to experience what comes after that.
Before the advent of opiods, people would either be smiling or screaming at the point of death based on which floor the elevator was heading.
I'm not sure that's how it works. But if it is, I wonder what awaits in the land of Bosco.