Well it did console me a little. In that moment when she said it, it sounded like the ultimate answer I was looking for.

I was talking to my great grandma on the phone yesterday. We got on the subject of death. She said the only thing about death she worries about is having enough insurance to cover everything so she doesn't leave her family with a ton of expenses. Then she said something that will stay with me forever. "There must be something better after death, nobody ever came back." It sounds simple enough, but it made so much sense to me. No matter how much they loved their life here on earth, they never came back. You can argue ghosts, spirits & whatnot, but that's not TRUELY coming back, and the theory is that only  people who died tragically or have unfinished business here return as ghosts. But basically, no one comes back.

It may not be the most logical explanation, but that doesn't make it any less consoling. Isn't that the basis of religion? I deal with my fear of death with panic attacks, crying, and avoiding the topic altogether. Others cope with theirs by clinging to relgion, devoting themselves to a god that they hope with everything inside of them exists.

Her theory is as valid as anyone else's when it comes to this, because no one really knows. Nobody ever comes back.