Dissertations on death

Is death a total black out, a whirlpool of voidness sucking one to the vast darkness of endless space? Is it a passport to heaven or to hell?Or is it a long sleep from which one never wakes up?
Death is mysterious that is why it is scary since nobody has come back after dying to tell us what it is like.Death hangs as a sword on every living creature born on this earth.Every creature fears death ,.Even an insignificant ant when it falls into water will try to swim with its tiny legs to save its life.We poor human beings unfortunately endowed with a thinking and reasoning mind fear it all the more as how much ever we wrestle with our mind no answere regarding death and there after can be found .The terrible truth is that death is something beyond our knowledge and control and this fosters fear .
TO this general there rule there is an exception To some life is more fearfull than death.
It is a fact of life that we are all under the illussion that although we know that thousands have lived and died before us and will live and die after us ,and that the present circle of relatives ,friends or even a stranger on the street or park or on the beach will not be here physically in 50 to 100 years thence ,we continue to think that we are immortal ,death will pass us by ! Althoughpeople are passing away around us ,we are sure we will definetly live on at least to a very ripe old age which is simply aeons away.Death strikes lesser mortals not me !
Is it a final goodbye when air chooses not to pass through one any more and has taken the abstract essence of a person along with it to mingle in air and other primeval elements from which it was first fashioned ? '
Three years back my 8o year old mother said that 'death 'was nothing but an emotion .I did'nt subscribe to her view then but now Iam not so sure and have come around to the view that death is an experience like getting scalded by fire the firs t time as a child or the first plunge headlong into water .It is a experience and experiences are borne out of emotions evoked by the senses.
The terrible truth is that every experience one goes through in life i.e succes and failure ,ecstacy and anguish undergone and the deadly dilemma's that evoke raging conflicts and crystal clear certitudes which are the harbinger s of peace ,the thrill of clasping one's first newborn and theprimeval waves of sorrow engulfing one on seeing that infant now a man being carried down the steps by four other men,the confidence gained at the knowledge of being frimly anchored to ones belief's that aid one in withering various battles of life and the sudden loss of one's moorings due to a un imaginable twist in fate battered around mercilessly in a sea of sorrow and the slow healing of the wounds by the presense and kindness of the second son and time ,have a recall value where as the experience called death which I and every one else is going to experience one day can never be revived or recalled to my or any one'elses memory ...
The conclusion I have arrived at is that death is an experience, the memory of which has been obliterated before, now and here after . An experience without a recall value, the memory of which is lost eternally in this vast universe .