[Potentially pain], then nothing… So will my tribulations will be ended; not with a bang, but a whimper.
The meaning of my life, if any of it I had, would carry on in those around me that I loved and loved me, but the universe will carry on.
This reminds me of my favourite anecdote. My ex-girlfriend and I once got into a discussion about how different our philosophies on life were compared to our more traditional families. At the time, we didn’t know each other so well, so she asked me if I believed in God, heaven, and the usual spiel. My answer, as is obvious by my contributions to this site, were “no!” My answer, as a result of its directness, surprised her. (My own conversion to atheism was marked by a similar direct answer, which I’d get into if I ever wrote an autobiography. It’s amazing with a direct answer can do to the intellect on a subject built upon superfluous layer upon layer.) I in turn asked her the same question, and she revealed her agnosticism. I proceeded to ask her what was stopping her from tipping over into one side or the other? She gave the best type of answer: a story (told below from her perspective):
One day my cousin, Omar, came to visit us in Baghdad for the first time. We sat, as all Arab families do, catching up in the living room. Somehow, religion came up, and we all found out he wasn’t religious; he didn’t even believe in God! Such a foreign concept. Not only does he think that way, but he says it too!
Fatima tells him “Allah ra e dibek el nara3n” (throw you into the fire, i.e., hell) if he doesn’t accept him and Mohammed as his Prophet. Omar replied, stak-fil-Allah (God forgive him): “How do you know? Do you know someone, anyone, who went there, came back, and told you?” The look on Fatima’s face, he’s so right!
Oh, how I laughed when she told me that story. Admittedly, it is a very childish story, yet, inside the Middle East, such reasoning is not only profound, but suicidal. Her cousin was lucky he was among family. Hence her agnosticism, she couldn’t know, so she refrained from judgment. Since we are nowhere before we are born, it stands to reason we return to such nothingness when we die, but the burden of proof, if one existed, would be on those who claim that we go anywhere else when we die.
When I, you, we, they die…nothing.
 Names were invented because I don't remember her cousin's original names, but if I did, I'd still have to invent new names anyway.  My arabic to arabic-english translations might be off, however, the translation suffices to impart the intended message.