In the comic you are still conscious. Forever. Not being able to move in any direction, the universe around you slowly drifting away. You will be swallowed by the darkness between the stars for a hundred billion years, all the while fully aware that you are completely and utterly alone with your own thoughts.
Is it though?
You’ve died, what’s there to be afraid of? You’re no longer a bag of chemicals what is there to feel?
In the comic you are still conscious. Forever. Not being able to move in any direction, the universe around you slowly drifting away. You will be swallowed by the darkness between the stars for a hundred billion years, all the while fully aware that you are completely and utterly alone with your own thoughts.
I guess. If consciousness alone is that unpleasant to you.
How long was the longest you have been alone with zero sensual input?
How long have you been a wantless senseless immortal spectre?