Hello I am a newbie,
When I was little I contemplated suicide and I even went ahead with it, but it backfired, and just recently those thoughts have been entering into my head, I have been cured of them, because I saw photos of what sucide looks like. Now this brings me to my question, Why is death so ugly? There is no justifiable way of dying, nothing can prevent us from decaying etc. I just don’t understand it, where is beauty then? Does such a thing exist? There are beautiful people on this earth yes beauty is the most subjective thing in the world but why will we all inevitably die a gross and vulgar death? I kno its only the body and it is physical and there is conclusive evidence for there being a soul, but WHY!!!?? It makes me feel so scared, upset and depressed to think that I am going to end in that way and theres nothing I can do about it, what a waste of creation, in that sense.
Life,
Perhaps the vulgarity of death is brought on by our inherent love of life.
Dunamis
Li,
Human, all too human! Would this help: we are what we eat - what we eat is from earth - we go back to earth?
Uniqor
“I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
–Woody Allen
That’s the existential problem- death sort of renders life moot, at least from one point of view. All human endeavor is folly.
As for death being “ugly,” perhaps the aftermath is. But you’ll never see the aftermath of your own death. At least, it’s hard to see how you would. It is an odd thing to contemplate not just ones own death, but ones corpse. How odd it seems to think of yourself as just a bag of decomposing meat.
Perhaps it would seem a bit less ghastly to think of it as Schopenhaurer did; he said when we die we merely revert back to the state we occupied before we came into being- nothingness. If we lack any self awareness after death, as is my assumption, then we won’t miss life. That’s for the living, for the short time they have to mull things over.
Maybe too much philosophy doesn’t really help one much. 
Maybe we worry overmuch about something we really can’t do anything about. Live life in the now as best you can and let the rest sort itself out.
Why think about death when death is something that comes after life. If in life you think about death, will in death you think about life?
No one has come back from the dead, except Jesus. So you can either be a Christian like me, and the mystery of death will be unraveled before you. or death will forever be a mystery to you if you remain to be an atheist.
Hmmm…what’s “mysterious” about death? You’re alive and kicking, then you’re not. Anyway, Christ is certainly not unique in that respect- ancient religious mythology has many characters that died and were resurrected. Christianity merely borrowed that from older mythological traditions. At least that’s my take on it.
I will concede on point to PoR- becoming Christian would provide you with a potentially comforting alternative to facing your inevitable dissolution stoically.
I feel the same way when I consider how much more I could learn and do if my lifetime were longer (or infinite). Something that heartens me is that at some point we will be able to live on in silicon (or some other mode).
Until then, we live our short lives and then cease to exist. What are the choices? End your life early in a fit of pique?
is it not strange that in our birth, it is beautiful, the way it happens how we’re brought into the world. And then in our death its ugly, almost to say as if we all lead pointless lives, no matter what the wealth of experience, knowledge, achievements or changes we bring about, we wil be forgotton.
Well the good thing is you only have to do it once but I know there are many who would claim that this is NOT philosophically rational 
Ok but look at it this way, when I do it I will know more than you guys ever imagined.
Hmmm…the way we come into life is pretty gross, too. Getting squirted out of the only home we ever knew, naked and screaming, all covered in gore- blech! 
There’s a certain element of violence in birth, I’d say. Maybe it’s as traumatic as death, except that we haven’t had a lifetime to dwell upon it.
You could certainly say that a dead body is aethetically unpleasant as it decomposes, but once the lights are out and the house is empty, who care what happens to it? It’s just a container, and once we die it’s an empty one. Just like an empty beer bottle. Our reverance for the body (once it’s dead) strikes me as really bizarre.
Really? What does it contain other than the brains registration of experience ?
Being born is obviously the first step in getting to know your limitations. The great American philosopher, Dirty Harry, knew this.
First there’s inflation (to approximately age 35) then deflation from that point on; finally implosion (no time left). The ultimate agony is if some guy in a hurry comes along and tells you to have “a nice day”!
life and death are the same, bodily pleasures do not allow us contemplation on understanding and accepting as they only hinder any opportunity on developement of mind awareness of self progress of acceptance of reality
I don’t quite follow…it contains just that- our brains, our guts, our blood, bile, bone, sinew, etc. Also our brainpan and all the chemical chains that compose our memories, experiences, personality, etc. A wonderful container, to be sure, but still just rotting meat once we’re done with it.
I have some reverence for a living body, but not a whole lot for a dead one.
Damn it! Why didn’t I think of that 
Screw Harry!
re: What does it (the body) contain other than the brains registration of experience ?
Once whose done with it?
…the point at which all I.Q’s are equal, even yours! Like Phaedrus said, “dead meat”. When we croak we’re usually too old even as candidates for cannibalism. 
re: Once whose done with it?
That doesn’t answer the question. : )