Not being a religious person myself, this is what my concern is regarding death--that we just cease to exist. I think part of that fear is why I tried so hard to become a published writer (if only so that I could attempt something akin to a legacy beyond offspring). Unfortunately, said offspring leave me with no time to pursue further writing projects. Anyway, I've read accounts of people who were dead for a couple seconds or whatnot and how they all seemed to glimpse a light which bolstered or renewed their sense of religion. I personally don't buy it, but who knows? My dad once told me that the older people get, the more inclined they are to believe in religion. So maybe I, too, will change my perspective when faced with my own mortality. Until then, though, I'll continue on without giving death much thought.