Death feels like your rotting soul. The depths of your heart corrupted by all your inhumane activities. The greed, the lust, the vanity. All corruption burns you within and turns your hear into a deep dark black abyss. While you struggle to climb out, the darkness over powers shaking your every last whim of faith and hope that you held onto will be ones with regret. The loves ones you never actually told you love, devastated. The ones that had hope for you? Unsustained, forever. Your death will fell like your organs being ripped out of your mundane body and being tossed and dragged into the street where vultures join to eat your remaining carcass while you gasp your last breaths in pain and watch. Death feels like hell if you make it your own.
What most dying people or people who almost experienced death say: peacefulness. How you describe it:Hell. Who should I believe? Or you're just talking about death as in dying inside.
If someone is in a lot of pain, but then leaves us, they're in a better place. They don't have to experience that pain any longer. I believe that once people do go-they will rest in peace. :)
You feel everything in your body shut down, one by one. Your feelings, your emotions, they all slip away. You slowly close your eyes one last time. I think of death as some permanent coma.
I heard that there's about 8 minutes of brain activity after death - that's probably when all the memories come flooding back.