Its an interesting hypothesis but to my mind it lacks something.If we imagine (for the sake of argument, and this thread) that NDEs are events along a spectrum, the farthest point of which is true irrevocable brain death with (as I guess most scientists would maintain) a complete cessation of perceptive experience, then NDEs may be regarded as a 'necessary' transition point between this state and death.The visual component of NDEs seems prominent amongst reports of these experiences and the mechanisms of complex visual hallucinosis are varied in terms of anatomical localisation (and physiology).Heres a slightly dated but good review on this:
http://brain.oxfordjourn...ent/121/10/1819.full.pdfThis article also has references to the relationship between sleep and visual hallucinosis which I found interesting.
The ultimate cause of death is invariably cerebral hypoxia causing irreversible cessation of function in CNS neurones and this can be inferred crudely on EEG, in more depth with PET/fMRI studies but the issue of truely investigating this is plagued with ethical and methodological problems as Im sure you guys can imagine ie. extrapolating in vitro findings to the in vivo scenario and limitations of using discrete obervations to explain the whole of the matter under investigation.
If we attempt to consider the issue of death rather than NDEs ie take it that one (or more?) steps further then one problem which immediately springs to my mind is the effect of cerebral autoregulation under the 'stress' of dying and this is affected by variations in anatomy of the cerebral arterioles beyond those which can be clearly imaged (ie circle of Willis), the degree of atheroma within these, and the order in which they cease to provide adequate circulation.
Ive said it before in other threads and I will say it again-Isnt neurology just so fascinating!!!!
I am paranoid of my brain. It thinks all the time, even when I'm asleep. My thoughts assail me. Murderous lechers they are. Thought is the assassin of thought. Like a man stabbing himself with one hand while the other hand tries to stop the blade. Like an explosion that destroys the detonator. I am paranoid of my brain. It makes me unsettled and ill at ease. Makes me chase my tail, freezes my eyes and shuts me down. Watches me. Eats my head. It destroys me.