I actually already don’t fear my own death, but I feel like If I can understand it, I will come to accept the death of others. Death is part of the cycle of life, and maybe by reading about death, it will make me understand it. By understanding it I can live a better life. Here is one poem about how you never really die.

Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004)

“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there — I do not die. ”

I think that poem captured the essence of death, and how if you believe hard enough, it doesn’t really exist.