Alright then, I'll be serious for a moment. A few years ago I had an operation which seemed to go well, in the intensive recovery room an hour or two later, I suddenly started vomiting up large amounts of 'coffee grounds' (residue of internal bleeding), a nurse and a doctor on either side holding me up as I did this, when suddenly....NOTHING!......When I came around I was surrounded by loads of Med staff and machines and thinking 'what the fuck!'. Apparently, I'd died for a few minutes. It seems it happens quite a lot. Well, I recoverd and became the sprightly sane person I am today. But it did remove any fear I may have had of death. It's just nothing, you don't know anything or feel anything so why bother worrying about it. I live each day as if it is a special gift bonus (which in a way it is!). If I wasn't dead long enough to 'go towards the light' then there may well be an afterlife and that's an added bonus, but if there isn't then so what, we won't know anything about it.
Now the manner of dying is another whole can of worms completely. I think the thing I'd hate to lose most, is my mental faculties (I heard those of you who said I already have!) If I knew that was happening to me, then I'd opt for suicide, and I think the easiest option would be an overdose of tablets, go in your sleep. If I just had a physical debilitation, then I think I'd just grin and bear it (or groan and bear it!).
Okay, serious hat is off now, silly head is back on.