Oh I can guarantee that if my friend had woken up from that coma I would have given him the biggest hug you could ever imagine, proceeded by the most forceful fist to the face my anger would be capable of.

It was such a surreal feeling, I was so angry at him for having died, and I wanted to hold on to that anger. Because if I could feel emotions caused by him, then it was like he was still alive.

If it was ever definitively proven that there was no afterlife I might just fucking kill myself. There is no way that people can just be gone forever, it just doesn't work.