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When Arthur Koestler killed himself in March 1983, he left a suicide note in which he expressed 'some timid hopes for a depersonalised after-life.' Whether or not he has attained this (and whether, if depersonalized, you are aware that what you are experiencing is an afterlife, or any other sort of life), he has certainly had visited upon him a personalized afterlife. It goes by the name of biography.
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