The typical cryonicist rambling after a few glasses of wine:
I contest that there might never have been a human being that died of old age in the strictest sense. To say saying that someone died of old age is like saying that someone killed in the coming war died of politics. People do not die of age, they do not even die of gun shots.
Not long ago, when your heart was not beating, you were dead.
Why has this changed? Because nowadays, every Baywatch babe can revive a non-beating heart with a bit of luck and technique. This death is reversible.
Never mind the merits or otherwise of brain stem death- let us assume that tomorrows technology can revive today's corpses. Are they dead? Let us assume that God or (and this has been put to me to often to be funny) the "Singularity" can reach back in time, or follow the light emissions from your body through space, gather all information necessary and revive you, even after your once treasured flesh has long since been digested during some nematode party.
No, - I am not asking ""What consititues me?"" or ""What is continuity of consciousness?"
I am asking is there any other definition of death than a -very necessary- legal one?
*cheers*
PS: this thread is very lighthearted but lets try to keep it CIRA