answer:We don’t know what death will be like. We can only imagine. And since we tend to think of ourselves as having an eternal unchanging essence, we tend to imagine that death will be like this eternal unchanging essence that we call “me” locked up in a black coffin for all eternity. I think about the preciousness of life all the time, but I do not really ever think about the ‘infinity’ of death. There isn’t any ‘me’ right now, and there won’t be any ‘me’ to be bummed out about the fact that ‘I’ am dead.