Someone once said that there are only two certainties in life - death and taxes. That person obviously lived in a civilised (?) country. In many third-world countries they don't run to taxes. So, that only leaves one certainty.
The point I'm getting at is that, seeing as how death is inevitable, why worry about it? Just get on with your life doing what you do best,
and handle the transition to the next spiritual level when it happens.
I promise that I'll be waiting there to welcome you, and make you feel at home.
Oh, so I can be prepared, do you prefer tea or coffee?
Black or white? Sugar? One lump or two? And, do you want cake or bikkies?
