If I am wrong, Clinton, it won't matter. I won't know I was wrong. I'll just be dead. I wouldn't mind that in the least, frankly. It would be like going to sleep. Sounds nice.

I don't believe in an afterlife because I have to have one to look forward to in order to be happy. I don't worry about it. I don't care. Either way is absolutely fine with me. Oblivion/non-existence or a conscious afterlife...either way is perfectly all right, as far as I'm concerned.

I gradually came to believe in an afterlife (after many years of believing in no such thing) simply because, based on a lot of different personal experiences and info I came across, it began to seem much more likely to me than no afterlife.

No other reason than that. It seems more probable to me that we are spirits temporarily building and inhabiting a body than bodies temporarily manifesting life which then ceases to be upon the body's death.

I owe this impression to no particular religion. In fact, religion has little or nothing to do with it as far as I'm concerned.