Warning: philosophic rant ahead. You have been advised.
Temporality–what is temporality? Time. What is time? A series of nows. Yet man is perpetually obsessed with the future. What is future? Projection–what we, of the present, will the nows of the next moments to be. This projection is built on the frame of past experiences. What is the past? Nows that have come before. Before what? Now.
Death is a product of the now. Many argue death can be a long time coming, a drawn out torture of months, weeks, years. It is the end of age, the end of sickness. This is the wrong way to view it. Dying is a series of moments, of nows, that lead to the conclusion, a separate entity: Death. Death is not a state, a product, a condition. It is simply another now. It is, and the being to which it transpires is not. The being is gone. What remains is a corpse–another being.
As it is said, death doesn’t happen to us. Death is a certainty, but it simply happens, and we are no longer. We are beings toward death, always toward death, but when death comes, we are not there to experience it. The we that makes the beings of ourselves are dead. This dead being replaces the being that was. Death is the cessation of our existence, and thus the end of being. An entity remains behind but that entity is no longer our being.
The real question that dominates the world, then, is whether the being-that-is-we becomes another being when this state of being ends. Obviously the entity of the body remains–dead–but the question is whether our being becomes another being, or every trace of all that once constituted our being ceases, infinitely. The end of time–for us, at any rate.