Are you afraid of death?

[Angeteen]

Death is hardly something to worry about, in fact, if a person really wants to frighten me, have them tell me that their going to make me immortal. The way I look at it, death is simply the way out of this miserable stink hole. Every day a person is surrounded by the hoplessly retarted and the mornically ignorant. To top it all off, you've actually got the goverment trying to find new ways to screw you royaly by passing some kind of inane law, or passing a new tax proposal, or some other similar annoyance. No, why be a afraid of death?

I will, however, admit as much as the next person that I am not at all eager for it to arrive too soon. This life I live may not be worth much at the momment, but still, why rush the inevitable? I have no problem with death...provided that at the very least it is somewhere in my 60s or 70s. That way, by that time, I will have had my full of it all and have no regrets upon dying (preferably by natural causes or some unfortunate accident, of course, not by suicide).

Also, as a side-note, I remember reading this poem. May some of you find as much insipiration from it as I did.

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die