I was 7

I don't know, but one day I was choking on my own spit and new then I was going to die choking on something. I'm a mouth breather, so I am always choking on something. It will be kind of weird when it happens though.

I'm going to live forever. So I've never really thought I was going to die excepting when I thought I was going to die but didn't. So I guess I'm not really getting the spirit of your question.

I was nine years old when my little brother died during heart surgery. Until then, I had thought about death, but I never really understood what it meant. We had talked about it, mostly because of my brother's illness, but it's a tough concept for a young mind to grasp.

It was when I was at his funeral, looking down at his body, that I really got a taste of what death was, and that we all died. But I also realized that age didn't matter. It wasn't just old people who died, anyone could die at any time.

Since that day death has occupied a huge part of my philosophical thinking.

A small child because of the deaths of family and my parents explaining it to me. I attended viewings at a very early age. I think I was five or six when my grandmother died.