After pondering and failing to find anything which wasn't absurd I realised I was being absurd and that death was not absurd.

Like, I'm going to die. It's scary. Nothing to be done, no way to stop it. It's coming.

But it's comforting, in a weird way to know that there is something serious which must be solved or it will result in suffering and general bitching.

But how to do it? How to stop being afraid of the the Big D.? Not just saying I'm not afraid of Death but really, deeply, meaning it?