No, I'm not afraid of dying. I certainly am not looking forward to it happening any time soon, though!
My brother died when he was quite young, and many things were left undone and unsaid in our family. I try to remember that, and to live for the present. I try to say what needs to be said and do what needs to be done ... write a will, say I'm sorry, whatever the case may be.
I hope to live to a ripe old age .. but not so old that I'm trying to walk to the mailbox in my underwear or wearing diapers, though! 
And I hope that when it is near my time to go that I will be at peace with the process, and ready to take the next step. I think (and hope) that dying is not an end, but simply a change.
"We give dogs the time we can spare, the space we can spare and the love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made" - M. Facklam
"We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."- P.S. Beagle
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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