A Linguistic Demise

The word "death" is an oddly dismal representation of what occurs to us. Although one can 'die' in pain and fear, death itself is not necessarily so dismal and frightening as we so make it out to seem. People always talk of death as if someone is now gone. They are not gone; they are unconscious once again, in the same way they were unconscious prior to their birth. They were here before, and they will be here after. I will be here after. Not conceptually.. but I, as in everything I am, was, or ever will be.
The form I carry now will no longer be one, but every little bit and piece of it will still be out there, and over the course of many years, it will disperse into an infinite amount of other creations in and of the Universe.

Alter your perceptions as so they are more of a proper representation of what is; "life" is consciousness, and "death," unconsciousness. In the greater greater scheme of things, there was never a beginning, and there will never be an end.
Perhaps we can, or perhaps we do consciously return, whether to this same space in a different time, a different space in the same time, the same space in the same time, or a different space in a different time; frankly, I don't know. I may never know, even if it occurs to me, and this applies to all of us. As far as I see it, it is strange enough I was born once, it would not surprise me were I born a second time, or an infinite amount of times. But that does not mean I was, or that I will be, and regardless, both options I never arrived, nor that I will ever truly leave, whether I slip into eternal unconsciousness or not.

'Conscious' and 'unconscious' are both representations as well. A false dichotomy, I suppose you could say, in the same way that all dichotomies are false. 'Birth' and 'death' are both ideas; explanations, justifications, orientations. Although my current form came to be in my mothers whomb through my being conceived, who I am and who I would be already existed. A choice and much chance brought me into consciousness, whilst chance and/or a lack of choice will either return me to unconsciousness, another consciousness, or an infinite amount of other possibilities. And this all applies to everyone who exists, regardless of what or where they may be now.

The bottom line is that everyone and everything that has ever existed, exists, or will exist, exists right now. They never didn't, and always will.