If you must obsess about death, you might consider R.L. Stevenson's view. Inevitable is not necessarily terrible :-)

Regards,
Hugh


p.s.

Requiem
~by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I lay me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home, is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.