Mad Sweeny explained, "As individuals we all shall die and our atoms will return to the cosmos from which they were assembled but as that is the natural fate of all things, I find it hard to look at that as a negative."
Hmmm... how can I express this?
Yes, I agree that death is natural and inevitable, but I don't feel it is desirable for anyone who is mentally competent and not in intractable pain.
I believe that at death our personalities and individuality and identity all melt away like our innards, leaving nothing that can experience the great things yet to come. It is in that sense that "we" are ultimately screwed. The cosmos doesn't even blink at our passing. Nor should it, probably.
In youth we think that we are the guest of honor at this party, but in time we learn that we are just part of the decorations.
I don't have a dread of death because I've been close to it - personally close to it - a couple of times. What I dread is how I will attain that final state - will I fall off a rooftop and be impaled on an iron picket fence? Have my flesh ripped by jaguars?
When I meet Charon's ferry, I want it to have hydrofoils and a turbocharged engines, with a luxury observation deck where I can relax in a Lane Comfort King recliner with a glass of Wild Turkey on the rocks in one hand and a rack of BBQ spareribs in the other so that I can make the journey across the river Styx as swiftly and comfortably as possible. Oh, and I'll need one of those lemon-scented moist towelettes before I get off on the other side.
In this way, death is like sex - the object being to get it over with as quickly as possible so that I can get some (eternal) sleep.
(I couldn't resist throwing in that last line. to all you ladies out there - I'M KIDDING! Get in line!)