I plan to take a real long walk on the beach at Lincoln City this weekend, blackface; thanks for caring about my health.

Now please, enough deflection: answer the question succinctly and without bullshit.

Look, I get it: you're afraid of death.

Your ego forces you to seek a life preserver, the ability to live on after your body is burned to dust in the crematorium.

But the existence of god and with it an afterlife has never been proven; it's all a matter of "faith."

LOL, yeah, "faith," i.e. hope.

Face it: when cancer takes you down like a snuffling buffalo your brain will go out and you will cease to exist, forever.

It's the normal order of things, blackhead.

I hope my little screeds serve to put you on the proper path, such that you don't scream, cry and soak yourself in night sweats as you contemplate the upcoming End Of All Things.

Hey, just trying to help the helpless.