I don’t know, it’s the being dead issue that is hideous to me, not the getting there.
The getting there is often swift and merciful, but death lasts so hideously long!!
ICXC NIKA
Wow, I am afraid of the getting there - once I am there I suspect all will be well. I think if you believe in eternity you tend to look at death as a transition from mortality to eternity. But what a transition! I’ve always thought Jesus did have one slight advantage over the rest of us going into death; he KNEW he was God and exactly where he was going and why he was doing what he was doing. I am not of course denying the full indescribable extent of his human suffering. He was going through all of that as well. But we just take our destination on faith (and don’t know if it’s heaven or hell). I really do think of death as entering another world or realm.
Do any of us remember our birth, before our birth? I mean, I think of that as a pretty peaceful time.
When I was in my teens and 20s I suffered a horrible, intense fear of death. My faith when it came did help tremendously with that. But I am never sure the fear is completely gone. I read Socrates on death (thoughts on the eve of his hemlock execution) in my 20s; I can’t remember where it is (I can find it if anyone is interested.) It actually really helped calm me down. It’s very powerful. Of course, we are Catholics here, so maybe that’s not necessary.

Below helps too.
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –