I've lived, and continue to live, my life in the most honest way I know how. If I end up just a dead piece of meat with nothing more than a headstone to mark my rotten bones, so be it. "He lived an honest life" is as good an epitaph as I could ask for.
Lots of good thoughts so far. Me, I'm not afraid of death as much as I am of growing old and becoming a burden. I don't want anyone wiping my ass and feeling sorry for me. I intend to go out with a bang. I may need to crank up the old hearing aid to hear it, but I don't intend to fade away.
If though the old saying, "only the good die young" rings true, I'll be here forever!