After this ?

My mum and I were painting my room this afternoon. It's Nippon Spring Yellow and it made me hungry cos it looked like the filling in Kong Guan's Lemon Puff biscuits.
We were chatting and in the midst of it she said, " I don't know how old I'll be when I become a grannie and after I become a grannie, it's time for me to go. This is how life is like. ".
Having grown accustomed to a life of planning and thinking that something will happen after something, I asked, " So where do you go next after that ? ".

Life as it seems is quite empty and blank isn't it ?
We come into existence from somewhere/nowhere and construct an identity for us to hold through our lives and this identity, or rather we feel that this identity needs to be perpetuated on in the afterlife.
To me, after I'm dead, my consciousness's also dead. I probably won't think about " I , me, myself ".
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, my material body - an aggregate of atoms, shall undergo some conversion and be gone, spread, dispersed.
Considering that I eat and assimilate food from various parts of the globe, my ashes shall be spreaded across world.