Religious beliefs in general are so preposterous, so utterly insane that it truly boggles my mind. I have difficulty even talking with someone who is deeply religious, much less respecting their ideas, since they've already proven themselves incapable of logical thought.
That anyone formerly rational would give in to such madness in their dying moments is a testament to the power of the fear and emotion that must have overcome them. I've been around enough terminally ill folks to have seen people look for comfort in anything in their last few weeks... the thought that perhaps the failure of the physical shell is not a permanent death, and that there is a world beyond our own must be such a tempting insanity. If it gives them even a glimmer of hope, it might just be a blessing...
I've been in a serious accident where I believed I was dying, and without emergency medical care I certainly would have. I believe the feelings I felt at the time could be expressed primarily as fear, panic, desperation... but primarily an overpowering sense of urgency to keep living. My mind did not stray to any abstract thoughts beyond what my next step should be to ensure my survival. With maybe a little bit of "Shit! Is this really how I'm doing to die?" mixed in there
Interestingly, at the time, and to this day, I believe that everything is meaningless. What we do with our lives, what our beliefs are... a hundred trillion years from now there will be no effect. So, prior to that event I had seen the world through pretty apathetic eyes. Really, what did it matter if I died? And yet, the rush of chemicals that determine our emotions was so great at the time as to overcome any reasoning. I would have liked to have been calmly accessing my options and taking the best course of action. Sadly, I think my thoughts were slightly less orderly. Just goes to show how when it comes down to it, really we're pretty much programmed to feel and act as we do. All our emotions and motivations... just brain chemicals and hormones. And boy, these bodies of ours really hate dying!
But in my case I didn't have the time to really think like those who have been awaiting their deaths for days, months, or years. The thoughts that might take hold when in that state...
I was probably going somewhere with all of this at one point, but somewhere along the way my train of thought kinda got derailed. It's 5 AM and I haven't eaten in nearly 24 hours, both of which are bad for thinking about well constructed posts. Or thinking in general.