I don't fear death. I don't know if anyone really fears *Death*, so much as we fear pain, or the decay of our body. Sure, the unknown is never something to get excited about, especially since it's the 'Great Unknown' that we're talking about, but I tend to think that a people mistake the fear of pain or infirmity for the fear of death. I may be wrong, but that's my interpretation of it.
As for me? I just turned 20, and am still stuffed with an impenetrable sense of my own immortality, so I'm really not too concerned about kicking the mortal bucket. And even when I am old and grey, I don't think I'll be too worried. Death is the Great Unknown, as I said, and since it is unknown, it is illogical to fear it. As Guildenstern once said, "It may be quite nice".
Besides, why should we fear Death? He seems like such a nice fellow, at least as far as he is described by Terry Pratchett. I think I should rather like to meet him. For indeed, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?