Half of the time I look forward to my death, it doesn’t scare me since I don’t see the real point of my life, what scares me is if my agony would be slow and painful.
But then what? I just stop existing and it’s like I fell asleep? Do I see light? Darkness? Nothing? What is nothing?
There will persumably be a funeral, my remaining family and friends will grieve and divide my up my things, several of which I doubt they will ever really use.
I’ll be dead and won’t care.