Are you scared that you can just die without warning? How do you cope with it?

We should all be so lucky! haha
No, I really hope I die with as little warning as possible. What’s the alternative a long, painful wasting away illness and being unable to euthanize yourself. Fuck that!
I hope I just have a heart attack one night with just enough time to call someone and say ” I think I’m dying”. lol

Not to belittle your experience or anything like that, but there’s really no point in worrying about it. Why worry about something over which you have absolutely no control? I know it’s easier said than done, but…

I’m not sure how I feel about the “do I want to know I’m going to die” aspect. There’s a part of me that would want to know and there’s another part of me that feels exactly the way that @Coloma does. But either way, what good does worrying about it do?

I don’t think about it. I figure the chances are very slim, and so it’s not worth getting anxious over something not likely to happen and something I couldn’t control anyway.

The best way to counteract that feeling is to just enjoy living while you can, and not to worry about things.

No, What’s the point, except to screw up the time tht you do have left?

I think it was a French leader (De Gaulle ?) who once said:

“The most terrible events in my life never happened.”
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As long as the car starts in the morning, I’m good…

I’ve come to embrace a path called advaita vedanta. It is the process of recognizing the self as pure consciousness and as synonymous with the Absolute (or God or whatever you’d like to call it). This isn’t a “faith” per se, but the consequence of inner seeing or observation. Ultimately, what this means is that we are never born and never die. We are instead the light of consciousness creating the illusion of physical beingness for the sake of experience.

I wouldn’t say I’m 100% within this recognition, but my progress is significant. It’s a more and more joyful experience, because it becomes simple play more and more.

DON’T THINK ABOUT IT.

My uncle was on duty as a cop in Sarasota one night and from out of nowhere had massive internal hemorrhaging, They were able to save him, but said that he came as close to death without actually dying as is possible.

He said that just before everything went black, he thought….

“Wow….what is everyone so worried about ?.....This is not bad…..not bad at all….”

I fear slow, painful suffering leading to death way more than a sudden death. The latter seems like the preferable option. Wanna know what’s really uncomfortable? Cancer.

No, when your numbers up there’s fuck all you can do about it, just have shitloads of fun while you wait.

Of course I’m scared. I always hear myself screaming: “I’m too young to die! There’s still a lot to do!” But somehow I’m curious about what will happen when I die. So if I had a chance to die for a while then resurrect, I’d jump on it right away.
But the way I wonder how Mr Some_Ghost felt at those last moment of his life. He said he die of an accident, so he didn’t prepare for his death…

I also began thinking about this a lot after I had a sudden death scare (spun out on black ice at night on the freeway with cars behind me), and I actually find it comforting. It reminds me to live in the moment and to be happy with whatever I can be happy with during bad times.

I’m not scared because I wouldn’t know. Perhaps a few minutes of pain and then… lights out. That’s the way two of my closest three uncles died—one on the golf course with his friends, one on the dance floor with his wife, both of heart attacks.

What scares me is a lingering illness like my third uncle.
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“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
― Mark Twain

I very rarely think about it, but recently those thoughts have overwhelmed me a few times. I think it is happening to me because I feel unsettled right now and a little depressed. It isn’t really the fear of death for me, but rather a feeling of loss of control right now. If I died today all sorts of things are undone. We are in a temporary apartment, I have many of my things in boxes and in storage. I guess it is like when people organize everything before they commit suicide. It’s weird. I’m in a weird state of flux right now. LOL.

I have faced certain death several times. I accept death. I know what it is and what it consists of. Have you ever had a dental or other surgical procedure where you were put to sleep? That is what death is like; no dreams, no awareness, nothing. Pure peaceful sleep that is endless.

Unless we have a specific condition that makes it likely, there’s no point in worrying about sudden death. I know one day I will lose people I love, and they will lose me, but I don’t believe in starting the grieving process early and waste a lot of time by worrying about death. It can happen anytime, there’s nothing we can do about it. All we can do is just live the very best life, spend time with our loved ones and friends and prepare our children to be self-sufficient and not reliant on anyone.

Tens of thousands of people are killed every year in traffic accidents, but this does not mean you should deny yourself the pleasure of going somewhere in your car.

Shit happens.

If tomorrow, some sixteen-year-old girl runs a red light while texting her boyfriend and kills me, well…..my turn came….

But I still had a pretty good time today.

You can always cope with it by living like it’s your last day.

@ninjacolin I might be put in a jail cell for what I would do…like in Breaking Bad.

It’s scary so I try not to think about it.

You’ll do whatever you focus on, talljam. :)

I have been thinking about it lately. Especially since my brother died. I don’t so much get anxious about it. I just mostly wonder where and when and how it will happen. I just hope all my kitties would have places to go if it was any time soon.

I am not scared of death. I made peace with it the time I actually did die for a moment. I’m actually ready for it. I know now I shouldn’t trying to do it myself, but that’s besides the point.

I have realized that we are not born to live, we are born to die, and each day we wake up we are one step closer to deaths door, imho we have the instinct to survive because we
know death is imminent.

It’s like your favorite pair of jeans, you wear them and wear them until one day the last thread gives way to a new holy creation of unwearable threads.

But you kind of already knew that they wouldn’t last forever from the first time you put them on and they hugged your hips oh so perfectly.

Moral of the story? Don’t buy jeans that strangle you.

I died once, was revived by a friend who knew what to do. Someone doped my drink, and I regurgitated unconcious, which stopped my breathing. When my friend realized what had been done, he ran everybody out. I had no pulse, and he wasn’t sure how long I’d been not breathing, but he knew what to do, and got right to it. he cleared my throat and did CPR. I was finally revived, but didn’t wake until morning. This stunt was pulled in the military, and since I got revived nobody told. They decided to take care of the offender on their own, so nobody else would get into trouble. I asked my friend the next day details. I had no memory of anything. When he told me about clearing my throat I told him there was two reasons why he didn’t have to do it. 1) I was completely unaware, no fear, no pain. 2) I wouldn’t have done anything so gross for him. Okay, I would have, but I didn’t tell him. My point from this story is, if I died that day, the last thirty years of my life wouldn’t have happened, but I wouldn’t have known that. Besides, if I was dead, and went on to have another thirty years of life, death is a wuss, and would have to work LOTS harder to get me. I’m not scared. Losing my looks bothers me, but I was such a fox for so long, I had more than my share there too.

My grandfather is in the very final stages of Alzheimer’s, cruelly prolonged by my grandmother’s insecurity.

Sudden death?

Bring it on.

Sometimes I wonder if the steel that later becomes the bus that mows me down is still in the ground or not.

It is normal human nature we can’t accept all these stuff. But, according to me live in today & forget about past or future.

I’m with the crowd that would prefer the unpredictable quick death. It seems like it would be a blessing. Not that I am going to go out and seek it.

It doesn’t bother me that it could happen to me, in fact I would prefer to have no warning rather than spend months knowing I was going to die of some terminal illness. However, it really bothers that one of my loved ones could just die without warning. If I think about that enough it really scares me.

@SecondHandStoke How is your grandmother able to prolong it?

My grandfather is far past the point where he recalls how to eat or drink himself.

My grandmother demands that my mother spend as much time as is required twice daily to gently and painstakingly nudge liquified food and supplements into him. She doesn’t have the strength to do the “feeding” herself. As if all this constant attention weren’t enough my mother is forced to handle all of my gmom’s affairs: Running of my gmom’s trailer court business (taxes, maintenance, rent collection, evictions, etc.) all from more than a thousand miles distance over the phone and computer.

This is on top of my mother’s sense of duty to keep the home they are all living in.

There’s no doubt in the minds of the rest of us that this is not what he would want based on his personality, outlook and the fact long ago he joked “just toss me in the creek.”

There’s a host of complicating factors on my mother’s side:

Mom and gmom are sufferers of depression, narcissistic personality disorders and anxiety issues. They attempt to self medicate with fundamental Christianity.

My mom’s sister and her husband had a much more pragmatic approach when her mother and law refused to eat or drink for the same reason.

Less than a week later she comfortably passed. No prolonged pain or expense. My aunt is not caught up in the web of codependency my mom and gmom are stuck in.

The rest of the family grimly looks on as my once brilliant and self sufficient grandfather so gradually wastes away.

@SecondHandStoke I am so sorry to hear that. That is just awful.

Thank you:

I take comfort in the fact there’s nothing I can do and it will all be over soon enough.

Dying with warning is far more scary.