All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.
You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lines. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I'll rise.
A great deal, but all external to the extinguished consciousness.
Of cause there is something after death. The energy does not disappear. Energy can not be created or destroyed, it can change form though.
Whenever something dies, whether it's a person, a pet, a dream or an idea, a void is created. Sometimes the void can be filled. Sometimes it can't.