Death is a touchy subject for me. Coming to terms with my own mortality and that of my parents has been a hard pill to swallow. I only thought about death superficially. Now the permanence feels all too real. I don't know what is going to happen at death. I have no faith in an afterlife of any sort so I have begun to live life with happiness now as my goal.
i grew up around a family whose daughter had a chronic genetic illness that required a lung transplant that they decided not to have done. She was 16 and in the hospital on her deathbed surrounded by family. She said she was going to close her eyes and wake up in the paradise. Her dad told me that she opened one eye a little later and said "I'm not there yet, am I?" That made everyone laugh a bit and they had a few more hours with her and then she was gone for real. Maybe her faith was what kept her spirits up. I don't know. I can't say where she is but I feel in my heart that I had better make the best of my life now because I have found no basis to believe otherwise.
To me the God of the bible is mean and hateful. Do I even want an afterlife from a totalitarian dictator prone to tantrums and ridiculous demands of obedience? Nope.
Death is bad. Period.