I'm too curious about alot of other things in the present reality to start seriously considering sending myself off to the next one, or to the black abyss, or to nothingness or whatever it will be. I almost died when my friend flipped a car going 150 down a two lane suburban road, we almost landed in a pond but luckily it smashed into a sturdy street light in the park and landed on it's side. The entire ride I knew it was coming, I thought about it and was honestly okay with death. When we started flipping I closed my eyes, was happy and comfortable with death. I'm not afraid of it, nor am I eagerly waiting for it. But death is just a part of life, let it happen in it's own time and you'll be much better for it.