Faith failed me. Quantum Physics saved me. How I stopped worrying about death.

When I was 5, I learned that things die, and I immediately began to panic, and then, because I was a budding writer, I figured out a wonderful story about what I thought was true. You go to Heaven after death, I somehow knew, and for every good thing you did, you get to build a house with special bricks, some of them gold. And if you’ve been really, really…