This may seem odd, but I find the idea of death rather comforting. Obviously, I would like to sustain my life as long as possible, and preferably leave it as painlessly as possible, but the thought of endless, unthinking nothing at the end of the road is strangely soothing. Never having to be upset, hungry, tired, frustrated or confused seems like a rather blissful existence. That said, I take more issue with finding meaning in the time I have, rather than being preoccupied with the end.
I will admit I have spent a lot of time considering the subject, and initially it was not easy to reconcile my disbelief in God with the lack of an afterlife, but I think I have made the transition to logically consistent nonbeliever relatively unscathed. Since then, I've also come to see the very idea of an afterlife undesirable, but I shouldn't derail the thread with my armchair philosophy.
I will admit I have spent a lot of time considering the subject, and initially it was not easy to reconcile my disbelief in God with the lack of an afterlife, but I think I have made the transition to logically consistent nonbeliever relatively unscathed. Since then, I've also come to see the very idea of an afterlife undesirable, but I shouldn't derail the thread with my armchair philosophy.