Finally someone who gets it.
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Dude, if I’d done that flying parrot kill on The Revolutionary I’d have been fine to drop dead on the spot right there and then, knowing that my life had peaked and that it was all downhill from there.
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See, this is the one that I despise. Nothing before, yeah, because you had not come into existence yet, but then once you exist, once you are in this profound state, you must inevitably leave existence and become nothing again forever? Then, what was all that just now for? If it’s nothing, then a period of existence defined by the ultimately doomed struggle to continue existence, and then nothing again, why was existence part of the deal at all? Better to have just remained nothing all the way through. Same outcome but without all the pain and the false hope.
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Killing the Revolutionary with a parrot, I already told you. Sadly Urben is the only one who did it and everybody else in history’s entire existence is rendered utterly meaningless, but at least he gave the universe a purpose.
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Until the next universe!
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I watched my Grandmother die slowly of kidney failure after she had a stroke. I watched her formerly strong mind, she was an English teacher, slowly fail her as her grip on the present dwindled and she became more and more lost in the past. When she died, I think, even though she was afraid, it was a relief. There was no more pain, no more struggle, no more confusion; she just fell asleep and didn’t wake up.
So no. I am not afraid of death. Death is a gift of peace and rest. It is the ultimate equalizer, but at the same time it doesn’t judge or hate you, it just is. I personally think it’s just a part of life, another step in the journey if you will. Nothing to fear. And to be perfectly honest I’m not afraid of the process of the body dying either, since I’ve now observed it first hand. It’s a thing that happens to us all, but i don’t think it’s anything to be feared.
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Hey now… I’m one of those damn bikers.
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I hope you’re good and responsible damn biker
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Reading all these comments in Harry’s Reptilian Brain voice give me a good giggle 
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I don’t know that I am afraid of it. I do not like the idea that the lights go off and then it’s all over -gone -no memories. This is why I am slightly religious despite being highly skeptical that our souls survive and go ??? Somewhere ??? I’d just prefer that there is something where your consciousness is there with your memories. Unlikely but a nice thought.
Also, just like @scat1620 , I am not excited about the actual process of passing away. I have a sneaky suspicion that even a heart attack in your sleep isn’t too pleasant. Maybe by the time I’m 75+ it’ll be more acceptable to go by appointment with some anaesthesia or something where you just go night night peacefully and then don’t wake up.
¯_(ツ)_/¯
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I totally feel that 
I’m terrified of death, especially that it comes too soon. On the one hand, it’s because we can’t explain death, there’s no rational explanation of what happens afterwards. On the other hand, I’m afraid of dying too soon. I saw it with my father, who had just retired and then died of his illness in a short space of time. Even though it’s often challenging, I’m attached to my life and want to see and experience more. I think that apart from the fear of death itself, I’m mainly afraid of dying too young.
Ans sometimes I am jealous of religious people who are very certain about an afterlife or some sort. Like my mother. I wish my brain could simply switch off this urge for a rational explanation and just believe. Unfortunately, I lack this ability 
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Taxes my dude. We can also guarantee we will pay taxes.
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You people don’t have value-added taxes? 
It’s a Benjamin Franklin quote, but sure, someone somewhere (many someones) never paid taxes.
Sales tax for us in the States.
For some reason, this topic reminds me of a memorable sequence from Deus Ex.
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Out of all the takes, this resonates with me the most. In the daytime, when I’m busy and distracted with living my life, it’s easy for me to say “I’m not afraid of being dead but I’d hate to die” and laugh it off. But at night, in the small hours, when I’m clinging to my sleeping girlfriend and wandering the halls of my mind, the thought of death will strike from nowhere like a lightning bolt and leave me hollow and sad. “This is it. I will never find out what happens to humanity in 100, 1000, 10,000 years. My name will fade out of record. The story ends.” And after I swell with pain, I get angry.
“Offended” is on the right track. It makes me rage at the concept of a god. Why create sapient beings that can die and know they’re going to die? What a cruel joke! That the universe should develop such a rich and creative thing as a human being and then give it a life span that just ends like that. It’s unfair, in the way that all unchangeable cosmic truths are. You can’t help but boggle at the size of it, and at how futile it is to rail against it. Even saying this is probably cringe.
I was raised deeply religious (think of a caricature of an American religious person and they probably went to my church), and this insulated me from existential dread for the first two decades or so of my life. As soon as I dropped that lifestyle and re-learned who I was and what I believed, I smacked into the death question like a brick wall. Where other people had had many years to cope with it in their own way, I had to stare it down suddenly. I’ve gotten better at it, but the horror still creeps in from time to time.
So yeah. Death is the worst. I hope we all get live out our time to the fullest, make each other’s world nicer, and conclude our conscious existence without much pain or dread. All we have at hand to make this messed up dilemma better is ourselves and each other. Never forget that.
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Tbf you seem to have it all figured out, we were put on this earth to argue as much as possible on the internet
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We also can try to make a positive impact in the world that exceeds our lifetime. There are things around us that pople put into existence hundrets, if not thousands of years ago. That is not infinity, and likely having an impact until the end of time is impossible, I am always impressed if people see the worth in supporting other people even if it is just for today, anonymously to everyone else.
There are many great people to remember when we just take their influence for granted. It is impossible to know all their names, but maybe that is not the important part.
I actually think it is kind of fair that you have to put in effort into being remembered, like raising a child or support people in need. If everyone by default had an infinite presence to the universe, what would that be worth? What world would it be where consideration of others is needless? I don’t think that is an utopia.
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Well said, @ActionScripter. The only point that I’ve never shared is anger at God, or the concept of one. I would actually be very relieved if God is real, because then that most likely means there is some kind of afterlife and this isn’t all there is. If I felt any anger over that, it is the decision to remain an enigma so that humanity can’t be sure one way or another. As I get older, the more convinced I become that there is no God, the more hope I lose and the more pointless it all seems.
I’ve never been angry at God for all the horrible things in life - you can’t apply human moral standards to the source of all things because it is, by nature, beyond such human concepts - but I have been mad at the universe for its fundamental flaw of all things that exist eventually ceasing to exist. That should not be a thing, not when something as profound as consciousness emerges from it. To have it simply be discarded into oblivion is infuriating beyond measure.
So many people claim that the end of existence is what gives it meaning, but I’ve always seen it as the opposite. With no other outcome than eventual cessation of existence, of not only yourself but all things, existence is robbed of meaning, because nothing you do and nothing that can be done actually changes anything. When you and everything around you are absolutely, unquestionably going to end, what difference does it make if you live a “meaningful” life, struggling to make the world “better” and achieve personal happiness, when sitting in a corner and staring at a wall all your life has the exact same outcome? What is the point of facing life’s struggles if the end result is unchanged and there’s nothing afterward to allow you to reflect on it all anyway?
Sometimes I truly hate all of this, all of it. Sometimes I think it would have been far kinder for humanity to have never developed sentience and remained the same as the other beasts of the world; just base biological organisms crawling across the surface of this useless, insignificant blue spec of mud and metal, floating in the void. At least then we wouldn’t have to think about how disgusting life’s hand that it’s dealt us really is.
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