I don't really fear death, at least no more than the human psyche requires me to. I'm an agnostic atheist, and don't believe in an afterlife. Of course I also HOPE there isn't an afterlife. I'd get bored of eternity pretty quickly.
As for death itself, I don't exactly welcome it, but neither do I run and hide from it. All men must die, it's a fact of life. If you can't change it, there's not much reason to worry about the destination, just try and enjoy the ride. When the reaper comes, I'll not ask for whom the bell tolls, I'll greet him with a smile, maybe engage in some small talk, perhaps even a philosophical debate on his duty as the living embodiment of death, and then I'll pass silently into the eternal state of death, disappearing from this world, likely without a blip on the radar. From there I'll either cease to exist, which isn't as terrible a prospect to me as it might be to others, or I'll begin a very, very long period of incredible boredom in the afterlife. Which again, isn't too bad, it'd give me plenty of time to contemplate the nature of existence. Maybe even enough time to truly understand it. Either way, not too bad an ending.
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