I have always believed in the great hereafter and as I grow older I believe in it even more. For as I walk into a room intending to get something or do something I completely forget what I was "here after". It's dismaying. When I need something from another room I have to chant it over and over as I walk or sing to myself. I'd worry more about Alzheimer except I've always been this way. I make lists of things to do and lose the list or look at my writing and can't remember what the cryptic little messages mean. My short-term memory has never been worth much, I have to quickly move things over to long-term memory if I want to stand a change of remembering something.
And my long-term memory is now so stuffed full of trivial bits of this and that, that I've reached the point of when I add something new I have to throw out something old and I'm not given the option of what will be thrown out.
I've often said that getting older is pigeon poo and I'd like to repeat that thought, and then let that thought be one of those to be thrown out.