When I was a kid, I was told that the answer was quite simple: if you were good, you went to heaven; if you were bad, you went to hell. Later on, once I reached my teenage years and became an atheist, I decided that the only place that people went when they died was into the ground (or into someone’s flower pot, if you cremate them). But then I got to thinking about it, and I realized that this answer wasn’t really satisfactory either; it’s not you that they put into the grave—it’s whatever atoms your body happened to be made out of at the time of your death. These are no more you than every other atom that has ever been through your body (fun fact: you completely replace all of the matter in your body at the rate of approximately once every seven years). Modern science supports me in this