I don't know if I fear death, but it certainly... Idk, intrigues me, or fascinates me. Whenever I read about accidents, or hear of someone with some terminal illness, I can't stop thinking about the finality of it all, and what it feels like. I don't look forward to dying, and I'd like to postpone it as long as humanly possible, but I do take some comfort in knowing that we ALL have to go through it. If it's part of who we are, then certainly I'll be able to handle it.
I do wonder, though, how I'll get over losing my parents, etc., when that happens. I just can't fathom them being gone. They have been the foundation of my life, so how can they one day be gone? I just know those funerals are gonna suck. I remember going to the funeral of a child (a friend's daughter) who died only a few months old, and that funeral, although parts of it were bright and hopefull and filled with love, was hands down the worst thing I've ever had to be a part of. Being a father now myself, it makes me sick to imagine me going through something like that. It was bad enough watching as a friend. But, I bet it'll be something similar when my folks go. Maybe someone who's been through that can shed some light on it.
So... Not exactly afraid (I don't imagine I'll have much of an opinion myself once I'm gone), but slightly concerned...
It's probably best to not dwell on it, though. We only get one chance to live this life.