As a roommate of mine said once, “To say ‘I am afraid of death’ is to use a verb with no object.”
The existence of the noun “death” is a linguistic fiction that lets us think of death as a condition. Death is not a condition; death is the absence of all conditions. (Yes, one might reply, “Except the condition of being dead,” but that’s still using the above fallacy, which asserts that death is something when it is not.)
Death is the absence of existence. To dread death assumes that there will be some consciousness of it involved, since we are able through verbal constructs to say things like “when I am dead.” But “when I am dead” is not congruent to “when I am old” or “when I am tired” or “when I am asleep” or some other construct, because “dead” is not an adjective in the sense that “old,” “tired,” or “asleep” is an adjective. To say “When I am dead” is like saying “When 2 + 2 = 1,729.”
I don’t fear death. I fear the few moments right before death when I know it is inevitable, and I’ll think to myself, “Who will win the Series this year? I want to go to my friend’s wedding in October! Damn, I wish I hadn’t spent so much time on the computer!” or whatever. Death in itself is not a thing to be feared; the pleasures of life we may miss out on are disheartening, but think of all the pleasures you’ve had; let’s not be greedy.
I hope that, when I know for a certainty that death is coming very soon, I can look back at my existence and believe that the world is at least a slightly better place for my having been here.
The idea that this one life is all we have is kind of awful when one has always vaguely assumed an afterlife, but it’s also invigorating; it is time, RIGHT NOW, to get busy and make things happen.
I hope I’ve helped this discussion; I apologize for my rambling, and also for what, on preview, I see to be my solipsism.