Generally, when I'm not in "the danger zone" I don't even think about death. It's only when I'm coming out of a depression that I'll lie in bed or on my chaise lounge in the yard and fantasize about no longer being here. It's sad, but also somehow liberating and peaceful because I know I'll be out of all my physical and emotional pain. I'm not sure indulging such a fantasy when you're spiraling is such a good idea though.