I was with my husband when he died. He'd had a long and painful illness, and as you can imagine it wasn't the happiest of times for him.

His last day he struggled to breath, slipped in and out of consciousness.

Then, towards evening, he opened his eyes, and stared at the door. And smiled, a lovely smile.

And died. That easily, like a pea popping its pod. One minute there, the next gone. No fear, or distress, or sorrow. Just, gone, smiling.

Since then I don't think death is such an awful thing. We all die, it's as natural as breathing. Why would it be bad?