I teach religious studies. This means that I get the following question with some frequency: “What happens when we die?” My response is rarely satisfying: “I don’t know. I haven’t died yet.” I don’t say this to brush off a serious question or to be coy. This is the response that is most authentic. To claim to know anything more than this would be to lie, at least for me. Maybe someone out there knows what happens.

Answering with Socrates
I was asked the aforementioned question both this week and last. Incidentally, over the past few days, I reread Plato’s Apology. This is Socrates’ defense of himself before the Athenians who would vote that he was guilty of corrupting the young men of Athens and denying the commonly received gods. When it comes time for sentencing, we find Socrates rejecting an opportunity to be ostracized: “But surely, Socrates, after you have left us you can spend the rest of your life in quietly minding your own business” (Tredennick and Tarrant translation, p. 66 [37e]). But Socrates believes he has been doing what is right and what is good when he goes around challenging commonly held assumptions. He speaks of it as if it was a divine calling. To accept a form of exile would be to abandon this mandate and to fail to do what is right and good.
Here we get Socrates’ famous line about the unexamined life (p. 66 [38a]):
“If on the other hand I tell you that to let no day pass without discussing goodness and all the other subjects about which you hear me talking and examining both myself and other is really the very best thing that a man can do, and that life without this sort of examination is not worth living, you will be even less inclined to believe me”
So, rather than save his life and undermine his own message and mission, Socrates accepts the sentence of the death penalty. He states that unlike the sophists who argue to win, “I would rather die as a result of this defense than live as the result of the other sort.” Also, “…the difficulty is not so much to escape death; the real difficulty is to escape wickedness, which is far more fleet of foot.” These statements (p. 67 [38d-e]) turn into a warning to the Athenians that he being slow will be caught by death but escape wickedness while they being fast will escape death but be caught by wickedness, which is far worse.
But what I want to highlight is what he says about death that is relevant to the questions I’ve received about the afterlife. Socrates warns that to assume that death is an evil is to make a mistaken claim because we don’t know (p. 69 [40 b-c]). Then he states (p. 69 [40c]):
“We should reflect that there is much reason to hope for a good result on other grounds as well. Death is one of two things. Either it is annihilation, and the dead have no consciousness of anything; or, as we are told, it is really a change: a migration of the soul from this place to another.”
Socrates proposes it might be like the deepest, dreamless sleep you’ve experienced. How refreshing! “If death is like this, then, I call it gain: because the whole of time, if you look at it in this way, can be regarded as no more than a single night.” In other words, death puts us into a peaceful, everlasting state of rest (p. 69 [40e]). Or, “…on the other hand death is a removal from here to some other place, and if what we are told is true, that all the dead are there, what greater blessing could there be than this, gentlemen of the jury?” He imagines he might spend time philosophizing with the greats, like Hesiod and Homer (p. 69 [40e-41a]).
What About Scary Visions of the Afterlife?
Notably, he entertains no scary or torturous visions of the afterlife. I imagine that this may have something to do with his assumption that goodness is from the gods and that depictions of badness or wickedness coming from the gods should be rejected (see “Euthyphro and Goodness” and “Would Plato approve of children reading the story of ‘Noah’s Ark’?”). Or, it may (also) be that he recognizes himself as a good man. He says (p. 70 [41d]), “…nothing can harm a good man either in life or after death, and his fortunes are not a matter of indifference to the gods.” If we entertain theories of divine evil or divine goodness that looks nothing like what we can recognize as goodness, then we must entertain horrific visions of the afterlife. Or we must be confident that we were good people, all things considered. Materialist visions of death, or certain Buddhist ones, or even something like Calvinistic ones seem to be a different discussion altogether.
Socrates and Christ?
I have hope that death isn’t final but I’m aware that it could be. I hope that there’s some sort of continuation of personality after death. But I don’t know what happens. I hope that I can reunite with those I love. I’m not sure how it would work though. Frankly, I don’t even have the faintest idea about what happens. I know what different theologians and religious systems have suggested but I can’t tell you who’s right and who’s wrong.
This confuses some because I claim to be a Christian but I’m a Christian who has drawn a bold line between what I want to happen and what I think I can say will happen. And I’m a Christian in the sense that I try to ask myself, “Do I want to see a world that looks something like what Jesus imagined when he spoke of the ‘Kingdom of God’?” As long as my answer is “yes”, then I’ll try to be a Christian. All veneration/worship of Jesus is an attempt to recenter my affections in a world that tries to draw our eyes to power, influence, wealth, etc. That said, the theology and metaphysics of my religion are to me what poetry is: (potentially) beautiful, symbolic speech about things we sense, feel, experience, seek, hope for, etc., but that we can’t explain concretely or logically or scientifically. It’s a categorical error to turn our poetic theology into something scientific and systematic, in my view. If you read about the resurrection of Jesus across the four canonical Gospels—ignoring non-canonical Gospels for this exercise—you’ll find an evolving narration of what can be categorized at best as an “apocalyptic” events. (To call it a “historical” event seems both misaligned with what historians are doing and underwhelming in light of what Christianity has been claiming.) On Easter, I’ll say “he is risen!” but what I think I mean is “I hope what Jesus’ followers experienced after his death is a small window into what might await us after death!” I hope but I don’t know. In other words, I feel greater kinship with Socrates on this matter than St. Paul. My hopes aren’t the same as epistemic claims. I’ve come to accept that I’ll live with the doubts of Good Friday until the day death comes for me.


