"Death is but the next great adventure."

I don't think anyone will truly be able to answer this question unless one has directly been confronted with the prospect of death. But for now, I like to think that I'm not afraid of death. My Catholic upbringing has embedded within me the ideals of Heaven and the perils of Hell. However, there's a part of me that believes it's much more than that, much to the disapproval of more pious relatives.

To me, death means being able to see the people I've lost once more. Death means leaving all your troubles and moving forth to a hopefully better place. Death means a release from worldly pain and suffering. What's there to fear then, of such a proposed wonderful afterlife? Alas, comes the big catch - we don't know what comes next until we get there. So more accurately, in this present time, I'd say that I am not scared of death, nor am I anticipating death. When it comes, it comes. There's nothing I can do about it.