I worked at a facility for people with dementia for years. While there was technically a special section for those on hospice (expected to live no more than 6 months), the whole place was really a hospice facility in that no one was getting any better and there was a freight elevator in back from which every resident would eventually depart. I saw many actively dying people. Fed, washed and helped them with every single daily need. I also cleaned and dressed their bodies after they died and were awaiting transport to the funeral home or place of donation. This made me much less scared of dying because it totally demystified it. And it should be demystified. After all, much like breathing and being born, it's something we all have to do, something we all have in common. That it has become so medicalized is a real travesty. The medical establishment's inability to talk realistically about death and dying leads to a kind of medical abuse IMO. Wrongful life is just as bad as wrongful death. I have watched good deaths and bad deaths. I am admittedly more scared of a bad death. But I can think and communicate openly about what I want for myself and loved ones in a good death. And I can plan for it better. Though of course, as the saying goes "the best laid plans of mice and men..." Overall, I'm not scared of dying, I'm scared of doctors and hospitals.