I always thought that death was like moving house.
You're not gone, but you just don't live here anymore.
Haha this puts it oh so well.
I don't think death is the end of reality. Existing in the present is evidence enough for me that I will exist in some form forever. Will I be human? No, probably not. Will I be a ghost? No, I don't think so. Will I even be tangable? Haha I have no idea.
Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and in some distant universe sextillions of years from now I'll exist in a new sentient form. I might even resemble a human. Wouldn't that be neat?