/x/, I want to talk about the many worlds interpretation. Trans-dimensional theory, or same earth and different dimension. The reason is that I died. I'm sure of it. You know the way Nazis first used carbon monoxide gas before perfecting their methods with pesticide pellets meant for lice that killed thousands of panicking people who couldn't get through a flimsy wooden door? That is what I went through. My girlfriend was dead, and after I went to her funeral, I was extremely distraught. She killed herself, but never left a note nor did anyone want to tell me exactly how. I decided to join her. I went to the local grocery store and bought two rolls of duct tape, a long-range grill lighter, three small barbeque grills, two 24lb bags of charcoal, lighter fluid and four cinder blocks. Then after I removed the legs of every grill and filled each bowl with charcoal, I left them in the backseat of my car with a blanket covering so that those I drove home from work wouldn't see. I drove around for miles, trying to find a small clearing where I could slowly expire in my own car. As I live in a big city, I couldn't find anything far enough people wouldn't come across. So I rented a hotel room and bought two large bags of ice. There were strange looks when I brought in the three grills and all accessories. Intentionally, I wrote a note to my family expressing my apology for dying on them. Then I carefully placed the cinderblocks in the bathroom and layed one grill on each pair. One grill was on the toilet, the other two on the floor. I then duct taped the bathroom door and the vent on the ceiling, then ran the bath with cold water before squirting the lighter fluid in each grill. They were very difficult to light. I should've used newspapers. After every one was lit, I dropped ice in the bathtub, stripped down to my prepared swimming shorts so I wouldn't be found butt naked, and layed in the tub. My LED watch was placed on the toilet lid with the time facing me. From the extreme heat coming off those grills, even the freezing water wasn't enough. I tried to relax and I couldn't. My eyes and throat were burning. I wanted this so badly that I layed in that tub for three excruciating hours, staring at my watch, before eventually passing out. I believe I actually died that night. I woke up the next morning in the hotel bed not the least bit affected, and hurried to store everything back in my car before checking out. This occurred on a Sunday night, and I had to be to work on Monday. I didn't plan on living, so I called in very late for the shift. Later on I quit that job, but nothing made sense when I worked there. Some new coworkers said they were there for awhile. My team was always the same before this. Even my mother, who was always the most hateful witch became the best mom I've ever known instantly, and my father who was always a beast was now weak and sappy, watching the Lifetime channel and speaking meekly. After I left the job, I started noticing in my state of unemployment what other people had noticed. The Mandela effect. Nelson Mandela died in the 80's. The Berenstein bears are now The Berenstain Bears. Patrick Swayze was alive in my dimension. It was always "Hello, Clarice", Rubix cubes, "That's not a knife, this is a knife." I watched Crocodile Dundee repeatedly as a child. The Monopoly Guy always had a monocle, Curious George had a tail, peanut butter was Jiffy, only 4 people in the car when JFK was assassinated, Tom Cruise in Risky Business had a white shirt and sunglasses, "What if I told you" was what Morpheus said in The Matrix, "Lucy, you got some splaining to do" does not exist? I went to Chucke. Cheese many times as a child. Sex IN the City. Loony Tunes, not Looney Tunes. "Mirror Mirror on the Wall" was in Snow White and the Seven Dwarves! I remember that. The Mona Lisa? She never had a smirk. Sketchers is now Skechers. "Luke, I am your father" doesn't exist? Sinbad's movie Shazaam! was pretty cool. I even had a childhood crush on Rachael, but how is it gone completely? Oscar Meyer weiners, not Oscar Mayer. Everything is ridiculous. FROOT Loops? What is that? IT'S FRUIT LOOPS! See, I believe that what happens when you die is not actual death. Those empty shells of corpses, such as that I saw of my girlfriend, were only transported to other dimensions. In their dimension they died. Someone shot or stabbed them, they leapt off a building, swallowed pills and booze, or many other ways. But they moved on. In the new dimension, they came across the chance that the method of killing them did not work. The gun jammed, the knife was dropped or they overpowered their attacker, their suicide attempt despite the fact it should have worked, simply did not. Sometimes you read of "miracles", people surviving from near-fatal events or weren't harmed at all. So they continue to live on just as I am doing. Their original family mourns them as they're unaware. Not until old age do they actually die.