My Billie's actual name is Avelda, so, hopefully, we diverge there, LOL.

I think a lot of people have a fear of dying rather than of death itself. It is kind of lonely I suspect. But I'm reminded of the preacher who was trying to whip up his congregation, gave a stirring sermon comparing Heaven and Hell and the delights and horrors that would be in each and finished up by asking, "How many people want to go to Heaven; let's see a show of hands!" and everyone raised their hand except for a boy in the front pew, looked to be about 10 years old. With his eye on him, the preacher then asked, "And how many people want to go to Hell?" No one raised their hand, including the boy. The preacher, puzzled and very interested, then addressed the boy, "Son, I noticed you didn't raise your hand when I asked about going to Heaven and you didn't raise your hand when I asked about Hell; where is it you want to go?" The boy spoke right up, "Preacher, I don't want to go anywhere, I like it right where I am!"