True story… I’m an atheist and I apparrently “died” back in January… I didn’t know.
I was in the hospital with a heart attack waiting on stent surgery.
I wake up around 6 AM and am fiddling around with Lemmy, such as you do.
Nurse comes in:
“Hey, were you asleep about an hour ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your heart stopped for 8 seconds.”
“Um… thank you? I’m not sure what you want me to do with that information…”
My father just had his heart monitored for a couple weeks and the doctor pointed out pauses in his rhythm of about 5 seconds occasionally, and said ‘those are not worrying me’. Then showed him pauses 8-10 seconds long and said ‘these do’.
Glad you’re okay but you’re about to be prescribed a diet of sawdust (joking, it’ll probably be the Mediterranean diet which is not that bad) and frequent doctor visits for tests.
Oh, I know, I have a heart monitor implanted checking to see if I need a pacemaker.
It doesn’t matter. Even if every single atheist recanted on their deathbed, it wouldn’t change the fact that there is simply no empirical evidence for any deities.
You and I know this, but this video was for people dealing with that smug ‘you will change your tune when it is your time’ BS family loves to end this conversation with.
I suppose, but I think those people need to understand that “you will change your tune” says nothing about reality.
Of the several times I have brushed death, none of those times included a chant to a god.
My typical response in my head was “Ah fuck. This is going to be a fun ride.”, or a variation of those words. It usually involved some dark sarcasm, now that I think about it.
(Working on an aircraft carrier flight deck is extremely dangerous and sailors can delop some morbid humor as a result. I ain’t saying it’s right, but that it’s just a thing. Stress response is weird.)
For me it was always “huh, so this is it” only later would I freak out how close I was.
“based on what sources?”
“We take it on faith!! HAH GOTCHA!”
(Also… lego brick dude’s neck needs to be braced. Just saying.)
