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If our bodies can release amazing trippy chemicals as we're dying, then (a) why do they wait until then to do it, and (b) how did this ability evolve into being? You'd think that by the time you were laying there dying, you wouldn't be able to influence the gene pool such that it selected for this characteristic. Perhaps the existence of this endogenous psychedelic passage indicates there is something else going on with the way our brains are built, and I welcome your bananas- or non-bananas-style guesses below. 

Baby, gimme your guesses. 

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Bill Cameron

Spandrels. It's all just evolutionary spandrels, all the way down.

Scott Hansen

who wouldn't be elated at a sudden freedom from responsibility?

toby x

Beef you are the man in like 50 different ways.

Bear

Die Mad Trippin’

Bear

The big SAD lamp in the sky must’ve flickered back into contingent glory.

Josh Egbert

Best work since the restart. Hot spice jelly in my big Christmas belly is going into the rotation.

Daniel

Bro it's either angels or demons ain't no two ways about it!!

Ben Wissett

This is how I've felt the last few weeks as I've been taking my amitriptyline more often. Freaked me the fuck out

Bungus Bronbo

My guess is that when you're dying the body's like "well, there's no point in saving for retirement anymore, let's blow all your chemical savings at once and party, daddy-o" As for how this evolved, I can imagine that these chemicals hitting all at once would convince the death-ee to try to survive a little longer, now that being alive seems like a pretty cool idea what with all the chemicals swirling.

Ben Sunshine-Hill

Goddamn though, it's true about the flour tortillas, this world has its delights

emitydna

I think the self preservation instinct to worry and protect dies first, leaving the joyful chemicals they once guarded to flee the yard.

Jay Y

Roast Beef got slipped some DMT. He remains, however: Roast Beef

b.zap

its my party and ill die if i want to

Walter Cooke

I would have located the tortilla vendor stands closer to the hot tubs in this world.

Julie (HiDeeHoGal)

DMT should not be making you flippant about probably dying. It should be introducing you to Jimmy Fractals and the Infinite Klown Biz. (For real tho, does anyone of neuroscience know whether a heavy duty hospice cocktail of fentanyl, lorazepam, atropine, and haloperidol interferes with your exit trip? Cos it would cold suck if it did.)

Walter Cooke

DAMN those old National Geographics!

d

incredibly good strip

Jackie

back in the old single cell days it was a veritable orgy of reproduction and self destruction, no division, no breathing room, it was fight club 1999 starring eros and thanatos, and that single shot of pure Unbothered is still stashed away in the back, a little postcard from our primordial grandparent.

tossrock

Kin selection. If you die screaming and shrieking, maybe it traumatizes your family members into not fuckin' so much for a while. Whereas if you're all serene, imparting a small wisdom as you expire, maybe they're a little more well rounded, more worldly, dare I say, more... fuckable?

Zen Window

on the topic of flour tortillas you ever spank someones bare ass with one youd be surprised the energy one can impart onto a southern cheek with the unassuming tortilla or maybe you wouldnt be surprised i dont judge

Larry Lawrence

People are constantly putting themselves in one state of autoerotic asphyxiation or another, go ahead and get as metaphorical as you want on the concepts of oxygen and sex and death

AA

Nothing classes up a room like that line of yellow spines

David Kettler

I think it's just like how people shit themselves dying. Your body has lost control of itself, and chemicals and pieces are just flying around wherever they please. It just so happens that when you release all your brain chemicals at once it's a good feeling (and trippy to boot)

GruntyGinMan

Yeah but Trouble Man and No-No put a damper on thibgs

Mina Roller

I've been receiving them monthly since 1982, plus inheriting duplicates... so many yellow spines

W. C.

I love waltzing in her orgasm when she's past the point of no return. It's like ordering a pizza and tipping well so they give ya the extra botched order.

Ben Wilinofsky

Maybe the memory meat with a poo system is expiring but the little bit of magic makes it all work needs a little bit of lubricant on the slide to whatever great cosmic cha-cha we dance next

Ben Wilinofsky

Also this might be the most perfectly Roast Beef comic in Achewood's history? Like, really resonant work.

Matt Thurston

you explained this perfectly, and summed up basically everything I jumped into the comments to say

Duncan

Is it the neuro-chemical equivalent of when the lady at the diner sees you're having a bad day and gives you a free slice of pie?

izy fay

My guess is that letting go just feels good ‘cause being unburdened is our natural state. We’re meant to let go of stuff constantly, moment to moment. Like animals, like stars, like a river does. But in the mistaken belief that it serves us to do so, we still remind ourselves of what that one dude said, and 5000 other things besides. So unless you’re some kind of professional Buddha, I’m guessing death is like the best shit it’s possible to take.

Sedric and Charlie

I reckon it doesn't really happen. Dying people are just bitter at non-dying people so they make up stories about what a good time they're really having

Achewood

Giant apocalyptic machinery tho

Aaron J. Rushton, Writer of Words

OK so seriously answering the question posed - I’m to a point where I think there’s a god out there that all world religions have vastly overestimated. Powerful enough to create the universe and life and love and free will, but also not really sure what they’re doing.

Shawn Warren

ok so I just did 2-7 weed vapes and here are my top 99 theories on Brain Death Chemicals:

cody

Practically speaking, no amount of unbounded ability can manage that many interacting decisions. One infinity’s just bigger than the other.

Jeff

I think it’s just that your brain is happy to finally be done with you.

2scrogz

There is, no lie, an early B-side by a band called The Hold Steady, called "Hot Fries", that contains this line repeated at the end.

Sean FC

Technically you can shit your pants whenever you want.

magicarl

Just mowin us all down

Rex Mantooth

The feeling of unexplained elation and positivity being coupled with the obvious looming sensation of the worst case scenario is a concept that I am both familiar with as well as sympathetic towards. That being said: when the Mind is generally hard on you, then perhaps its own conscience kicks in a realizes it needs to give you a break every once and a while.

John Perich

It's the elation you feel when you're (voluntarily) leaving an awful job, and it's the last week, and you realize that none of these problems are going to be your problems anymore, only it's for *all* problems.

dmf 23

I've never even started to believe in reincarnation before this moment

Eric Boesch

Old National Geographics where your seratonin should be is ultra traditional. The magazine won Most Ethnographically Redeeming Centerfolds 20 years in a row.

Lyle (Sr II)

We have no true reports from those who have died. If something is broadcast from over there, we have no receivers. If you think your brain gives you a squirt and tickle at checkout, chumpolini, you've been eating some subpar sausage