I will borrow Thorne's words with one slight change.

For my part, and many like me, I did not "lose" my faith. I took it out, studied it and found it an empty bag of air. I tossed it aside with all the other trash I've thrown out in my life. Yet strangely, according to your beliefs, I am no longer afraid of death.

Nor am I afraid of dying. In fact, when i'm ready i plan on taking myself out quickly, quietly and painlessly 'cause I'll be damned (pardon the expression) if I'm going to let my body slowly rot or be a burden upon those I love.

I am not worried about going to heaven or hell because I know they don't exist.