I believe there is another world, another life beyond the one we're in now, that's available to us, a more enduring existence open to anyone able to embrace some kind of a "leap of faith," or at least see it as JK Rowling puts it in one of her "Harry Potter" novels: for a "well-organized mind: death is but the next great adventure."
It would be disingenuous of me to claim that I know for certain what happens when we die and what follows. Mediumistic communication is a slippery subject, and I am aware of its potential pitfalls. But I am also widely read in the area, and what I've tried to show here is the remarkable richness of the best of spirit literature.
My brother, a real estate attorney who lived on New York's Upper East Side, was the last person I would have expected to tell me he thought he would go somewhere after dying, especially someplace as undocumented and wooey-wooey as the afterlife. Jack went only to places covered in The New York Times Travel Section -- London, Paris, Jerusalem.