Where do we go when we die?

My dog died this morning, and this is my uncensored train of thought, without stopping. 

I finally found the answer to this question. You go nowhere. You become a memory. You become an absence in the universe. I look to the corner of the room where your cage used to be. You slept there every night. You physically go into a dark hole in the ground, or your body is burned. I’ve been told that you were buried in a nice spot in our back yard. Your “soul” or your emotion, or thoughts… well, they go in many different directions. Your soul becomes the part that is a memory. You only survive in the thoughts of the people who you’ve touched in your life. Maybe that’s why we all have some type of instinct to desire fame…? We all want to touch as many people as we possibly can, so that we’re always on someone’s mind, thus living on forever. For every moment, after ones death, that they are not on the minds of the people who they affected, they are surrounded by only blackness. When their memory surfaces it’s like they are watching us; like they are still alive. Every living thing instinctively desires life, because its all they’ve ever known. The more people who remember us, the more frequently we’ll live, even if we are physically nonexistent. Heaven doesn’t exist. Hell doesn’t exist. But life does. If you’re reading this that means you’re living, and it means that someday you’ll die. But maybe you’ll survive forever on memory. So maybe it doesn’t matter what people think of us, but just that they are thinking of us. That’s all it takes for us to live on forever.