I used to be quite anxious about it, even more so because I tried to imagine what death would "feel" like if there was nothing after it in a thought experiment when I was about 15 years old, but with time I've slowly started to accept the inevitability of death and let go of my fear.

I was thinking about that (death) on my walk this morning. I was thinking that I probably need to get my things in order (wills and such). No, I'm not planning on dying anytime soon, but since I'm 53, alone, and really have no one here for support where I live, I think it's important to have your affairs in order. But I try not to think about it much, but if it happens, it happens. Much like birth.

I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of a painful, protracted, undignified lonely death.

And I keep coming back to this Tuck Everlasting quote:

"Do not fear death, but rather the unlived life. You don't have to live forever. You just have to live."

Do I want or wish to die? No. Am I going to die -- sometime in the future? Yes. Do I fear it? No -- it simply is something that is going to happen.

Can't wait

The thought of death doesn't bother me anymore since I stopped believing in the religious endings to my story. I'm good knowing that my energy will return to the Universe and my ashes to Nature as should.

I'm in no hurry. Still plenty to do first.

I have a death sentence hanging over me anyway. An incurable, but very slow acting cancer of my immune system. But I'm 76, I have narrowly escaped death very many times in my life, and I know I have to die sometime. But I will procrastinate for as long as possible, I can assure you.
Here's a link to my self written epitaph:-
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Not afraid of death. Will be unconscious. Plus before I was born, I can argue, I didn't exist and it wasn't a problem then.

Does anyone ever spend much time contemplating death? Even monotheists and monotheism don't dwell much on death, prefering to skip ahead to the life-ever-after bit.

I spent over two years in a bad place psychically and the prospect of a quick release was never too far from my thoughts - a rational response, given the circumstances. During that time, I came to the rational conclusion that, as I think I may have written in another post or comment, that death is, quite simply, the absence of life. I will cease to exist, other than in the memories of those who outlive me (as will the store of my memories, in the way that vivid dreams can be forgotten on waking as if they had never existed - and, to all intents and purposes, they don't). Death, then, is not some vast, dark nothingness, but an absence of everything - including me.

Thank goodness for death. Like most people I enjoy my life, I am in no hurry to die, and in fact I take steps to try for a long life. But the scariest thing to consider would be enternal life. At some point I would have seen and done everything so many times that surely boredom would lead to madness. And knowing that release from it would NEVER be coming would indeed be hell. So I am grateful for the wondrous gift of life, and also grateful for an eventual end to it. As usual, I am peaceful and happy following the ways of nature.

Death its self does not scare me. The ways I could be killed,now those do scare me as a young teen I was burned severely and the thought of being trapped in a burning car,or building freak me out.

I welcome human extinction, so I guess I’m pretty ok with it.