Dying is dying to the future, rather than to the past. We could die to the past without any very serious qualms. It is the prospect of there not being any more foreseeable future which 'puts the wind up' us. Quite a number of us could bear the prospect of foregoing the future, even so, if it were not for the generally rather painful character of the process of dying, including the accompanying hypocrisy, secrecy, lamentation (real or assumed) and the technical impediments that prolong it.
Even that only applies to those who assume that there is something living that could die, and that such is what they happen to be. But is there?
The only answer to that query is to look and see. And if you can find anything of the kind, please to let me know. In order to die, that which dies must have been born, and for that to be anything that matters it must be an entity. But only matter appears to be born, only matter appears to die, and matter just doesn't matter very much, does it?
If you were to ask somebody whether he had been born, he would probably laugh, and if anyone were to ask whether he would die, he might cry. But that one could hardly have looked into the matter very closely; if he had he would have apperceived that no entity could be born, had ever been born or ever could be, could ever die, ever had or ever would die. Only energised matter suffers that sort of thing. So what?
So what? Let us attend our own funeral, of course? Alas, fun though it sounds, not being entities - since there are none - we could hardly do that. No, being what we are, devoid of any trace-element of objectivity, we will just go on with our job of manifestation - quite impersonally as usual. There is plenty of matter left to keep us busy playing the game of living.