I want to answer this question. I have fallen on my head while being trapped in leather straps and tennis shoes on my road bike and couldn’t get out. I apparently flipped completely over and landed on my head. I managed to call my sister and repeated: "I think I broke my shoulder" over and over again. I must also have been able to communicate my location, because she came and took me to the hospital. I do not remember anything else until I woke up three days later.

Apparently, I said, "I think I broke my shoulder” for three days. She left a friend in charge while I was in ICU. When I woke I was coherent. For a long time, I had a soft memory. I forgot appointments and names. There wasn’t even an impression that I was supposed to do something when I had plans.

Another time, I had a heart attack while having an angioplasty. My aorta was punctured but the doctor was also "scraping the snow from my driveway (artery) when the snow plow came back and threw snow back onto the drive way," which is when I felt nauseated and told the doctor to stop and I passed out. Apparently, the snow plow was a symbol for three veins disappearing forever, which I remember happening just before I passed out. I woke up hours later. I guess they had brought me back to life. These two examples have allowed me to presume the nature of death.

Death is the absence of memory. I assume you loose consciousness. We think and act according to our senses. When those are inactive/inert, we are not conscious of life. There is literally no consciousness of life when we are dead. We cannot think, and as Descartes said, if you don't think you are not.

Even if your last seconds, as mine were, I felt nausea, and then nothing. If I had never woken, I would never have known life again. I firmly believe that once you die, you are no longer here. You need your body to sense existence.

And so, there is nothing to be afraid of. Our bodies are already equipped with disconnecting capacities. It may be horrible, but we disconnect and disappear.