Speaking to a friend who attended the funeral of their sister a few days ago opened up an interesting discussion for the benefit of creating and holding on to happy memories.
It seems that when someone dies, if all we're left with are unhappy memories, it might be that there is really nothing left. Or certainly it can feel like that.
But in the situation of a person dying, and leaving us/their friends and family with happy memories, those left behind are left with something almost tangible of that person.
This probably kicks in more longer term.

Is there anything after death?
Who knows.
I like to think there most likely is.
In fact, I find it unlikely that there isn't.
I imagine it might be a little like sitting inside a very well functioning steam room.
Which is beside a swimming pool.
Where there are children playing.
Sitting in the steam room, the noises of playing, laughter and the general buzz of human life can be heard.
But muffled.
By the steam.
By being encased within a small steamy room.
With dim lighting.
And the general swirly steam.
Gives the whole experience a somewhat ethereal edge.
Well it does for me, anyway.