Accept it will happen and keep living life.

The only thing I fear about death is the potential that my last moments will be spent in pain or indignity. That and that I may never have positively impacted the species, and therefore my existence was a moot exercise in futility. But I aim to change that, if nothing else and for no other reason than to be proud of what I leave behind as a form of comfort in my last breaths. It would also be nice to have loved ones around before I go, but, at the same time, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with them having to bare witness to that, especially if it's a traumatic, painful, or otherwise undignified death...

Bring it on. I am ready on the day that I die, be it today, next week, or 20 years from now.

Much like the other posters here already.. its inevitable. I guess I made my peace with the idea back when I was shipping off to war. The CO lined us all up, said "look at the man to your left" (everyone did). "now, look to the man to your right". Everyone did. "its a good chance one of those two men won't be coming back". there was some chuckling. some sotto voce "nice to know ya".. but I thought about it.. Sure.. I looked at 2 people.. 2 people looked at me. That gave me pause. So yeah, in my late 20's I accepted death as inevitable. I don't fear it. I don't welcome it, but I know it'll happen.

Well, I’m Agnostic, not an atheist.

But I am at peace with death. And the reason behind that is because it’s going to happen. Period. We are all going to die. And once you accept that, death isn’t all that scary. It’s the end of life. Everything ends sooner or later.

For me there's nothing to think about it.
The only thing I regret about it is I won't be aware to appreciate it.

I don't worry about it, nor am I afraid of it. (Of course I'm afraid of suffering, or of it being painful.)

I don't need to think about the rewards in an afterlife, because I know I only have this life to make meaningful. When I'm gone, I'm gone. Any love I shared with others while I was alive will be what's left of me.

Well, I know that I have a small amount of time to live so I’ll try and make the most of it ?

I don't worry about it. In fact, sometimes I look forward to it.

I handle the "thought" of death, by not having the "thought" of death. If it comes it comes and whatever happens will happen. Thinking about it isn't going to change anything.

I don't have to handle it. Something else will.

All life dies at some point. It is a part of life, it is inevitable. When my time comes I just don't want pain or machines. I don't fear it, I don't necessarily welcome it, but when it comes it comes.

As realistically as possible. It's inevitable. There is no reason to fear it.
Everything that lives, dies. No point in getting all twisted about it.