I not afraid of dying I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Not sure who Woody Allen got that frpm, maybe Groucho, but it hits home with me. The awareness of my impending doom has freed me up to spend my excess funds on family, friends, worthy causes and things that I've always coveted as well as travel to fishing destinations that I've always wanted to experience. What am I gonna do line my coffin with it or, in my case, have them chuck it on the funeral pyre? Knowing that there will be a final exit has improved my existence considerably.