#238174 - Or am I wrong? Will I continue to exist beyond death? Will I live on, even while my body rots in the ground? Is there a life after this one? Is it better? Is it worse?’ “Hey Marcus, want to play chess?” my brother Phil asked. I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited on the floor. I have cancer, not some goddamn cold that will go away after a day of rest.