Assuming, what will you miss when you die that isn't a person?

[Gawen]

Or a pet.

I'm going to miss

The smell when you first open up a can of coffee.

Music

The woods

The sound of nothing after a good snowfall.

The sights and smells of autumn.

New discoveries.

Bacon (the meat, not Kevin)

...and these are a few of my favourite things...

[Traveler]

I won't miss anything because I'll be dead. I'll just be ashes drifting out over the Grand Canyon or wherever else my brother chooses to scatter them.

What would I miss if I were in a semi-conscious state, stuck in a hospital, nearly dead but still breathing enough to have a mind? Clouds, the smell after a rain, sunshine on my face, ferns, flowers of all kinds, traveling, learning new things, creating something beautiful, finding a gorgeous piece of artwork by someone else, reading a good book, the sound of the ocean, sticking my toes in a stream, and much, much more.

[Asmodean]

Dead is dead, however, if I somehow found myself in the intergalactic space with nothing but a blindfold, rad and negative pressure shield and an unlimited supply of air and nutrition, I would miss a few things...

Computer games, the smell of gasoline and asphalt, my Wheel of Time audiobook collection and cigarettes would be some examples.

[Sandra Craft]

I'll play along.  The first thing that comes to my mind is the way the air smells after a heavy rainstorm, I'd miss that.  And the comfort of getting into bed after a long day.  Weirdly enough, I think it would take me awhile in this hypothetically aware state to get around to missing reading -- it would be all the little, sensual things I'd miss first.  Oh, and eventually I'd miss Kevin Bacon.

[Ecurb Noselrub]

Wine & cognac.

Sex.

Music, playing guitar, mandolin.

Walking in the outdoors.

[Siz]

Water - seeing it, smelling it, listening to it, swimming on, in and through it.

The sun on my face.

The warmth of my children in my bed on a cold weekend morning.

Cheese and Liquorice (not together)

The female form in general and Vanessa Paradis in particular.

Cycling in deserted hills on a cold morning.

[OldGit]

Insulting the French.
Voting UKIP.
Taking photographs.

[squidfetish]

I won't miss anything because I'll be dead.

^^^ This was my first thought.

However, if I was in a position to miss things:

The adrenaline rush when catching a big clean wave on the north coast of Cornwall and riding it all the way in.
Getting mashed and jamming with my guitarist and drummer mates (I'm a bassist)
Real ale
Thai green curry
live bands

[hismikeness]

Football
Sex
Bacon
Legos

[Asmodean]

Insulting the French.

Why, you spiteful old git! 

[The Magic Pudding]

I regret missing seeing how things turn out, will we build on Mars or around distant stars?
I could console myself with the thought everything will go to shit and I'm better off out of here.

[Asmodean]

I regret missing seeing how things turn out, will we build on Mars or around distant stars?
I could console myself with the thought everything will go to shit and I'm better off out of here.

Hats. You forgot to mention hats. And babies. A baby is not a person if it's for food, so you can mention those.

[The Magic Pudding]

Hats. You forgot to mention hats.

Are you suggesting there will be no hats in the unlife?
I've got plenty of hats puts away in my tomb.
I've filled a few spare canopic jars with hats as well, I'm hoping that will keep the dust off them.

[Gawen]

the smell of gasoline and asphalt,

burnt Avgas for me...but asphalt? Asphalt? Really?

[Gawen]

And the comfort of getting into bed after a long day.  Weirdly enough, I think it would take me awhile in this hypothetically aware state to get around to missing reading -- it would be all the little, sensual things I'd miss first.  Oh, and eventually I'd miss Kevin Bacon.

*laffin*

Getting into bed...yeah...good one. And reading too.