Half of the time I look forward to my death, it doesn’t scare me since I don’t see the real point of my life, what scares me is if my agony would be slow and painful.
But then what? I just stop existing and it’s like I fell asleep? Do I see light? Darkness? Nothing? What is nothing?
From my perspective, the universe – including myself – ceases to exist.
From the perspective of the universe: entropy.
Whatever happens, I just hope it’s graceful and as painless for others as possible.