Coping with the inevitability of death.

I'm really excited about dying. I'm actually looking forward to it. If it's today, tomorrow, or next week. All these responsibilities such as managing bills, handling stress, and always trying to improve on my mistakes is a constantly uphill battle. To draw a comparison it feels like I'm Sisyphus and I'm chained to this giant ball of stress that constantly gets bigger and bigger only reach the personal peak of my limitations and for all that to come crashing down. Then it is not my choice, but my obligation to reclaim that ball and to slowly try climbing back up the hill again. Why? It was futile the first time. It was always futile. Is it to attain a bigger house, a better internet connection, a faster computer? The only reason why I need such luxuries is to mitigate the stress given to me by jobs that will require intense mental calculation and for me to always work quickly and on my toes. I don't understand what in this world is supposed to be great or amazing or develop a strong lingering attachment. Is it the crime, the corruption, or the blatant lies that we tell one another to cover our shame or the mistakes that we've made in the past? As humans it's almost impossible for us to empathize with one another. Sure we can sympathize but there is a fine line between pity and sympathy. The largest form of relief is knowing that there will be an end. When you die you'll never have the chance to compromise your moral values in order to get ahead in life, try different stressful career paths, and have to deal with incompetence. Death is the greatest prize for people who don't feel like they fit in or are always depressed. For a person who is wallowing in his own misery, they want to be told to go kill themself. Because if you told them to fix X, solve Y, or try Z this is stressful and a pain. If you selfishly kill yourself, then you don't have to worry about X, Y, or Z. It's paradise.