Love death, can't wait for it.
In all seriousness though, I've come to have a rather indifferent acceptance of death. As a kid I was more worried about people I loved dying than I was about my own life ending, because well I'm selfish and want the people I love to stay here obviously. But as I've gotten older and dealt with a
lot of suicidal thoughts, it's finally hit me that death really doesn't matter. The soul lives on and the only thing that death does is hurt the people you've left behind. It's evident in funerals; we don't hold funerals for the deceased individuals. We hold funerals for the living, because they're already dead and gone for god's sake. The physical body is a mere vessel for our souls according to my core beliefs, so death is really just the soul leaving the physical plane. Anyways, at the end of the day, death kinda sucks but I believe there are no accidents, even if it means an untimely death for someone.