we always speak of death being a natural thing in itself, however inevitably fear will penetrate our hearts upon it's mention. (well, except for necrophilic people. not so much fear, rather libido) anyway, death somehow puts our minds in a weird place, filling our noggin' with all kinds of morbid images. yes, this does induce a rather scary possible premonition of our deaths, but i believe most fear death not so much that ours will be a painful one, but rather we fear the empty, gaping nothingness that awaits on the other side. the direct opposite of existence. when we die, it's like the blowing out of a candle. no one really notices, nothing big really happens. while my religion pushes me to touch on heaven, thinking of it from another perspective really seems quite scary. how can we be reduced to a pathetic state of non-existence, after all we've done? after all we've been through. is this life really all for naught? that once everything is said and done, Fate snuffs your candle with the slightest breath. then you become nothing. no thought, no feeling, no existence. nothingness. the fact that we revel in our own existence while we are alive, proves to produce a greater fear of when our existence is suddenly taken away. but the fact that, one day existence will be taken, whether it accidentally slips your fingers, or even if death pries it away from your rigor mortis. how will you face this nothingness?