Coping with the inevitability of death.

I kindof look forward to it - not in a depressed, morbid sense, but in a sense that I'm really fucking curious what happens next. It's like the back of a book - you can't wait to get there, but you don't want to just jump to it and miss all the inbetween either. When you finally get there, you feel really sad that the adventure's over, but also have an overwhelming sense of closure, that ok, you're finally done, you can rest now.