It’s not entirely unknown in the same way that tomorrow is unknown. Tomorrow, there’s a pretty good chance I’ll wake up next to my husband, eat some tasty food, mess around on the internet, and feel the sunshine. If I’m dead, I’m pretty sure none of those are options I’ll enjoy.
Mostly, I fear what happens right before death. Will there be a lot of pain? Will I be able to communicate with my loved ones? And I fear what my death will do to others that may depend on me. And I don’t particularly care for the idea that someday I’ll never see another beautiful sunset, or sleep in on a Saturday, or kiss my man. I am very afraid for whoever ends up having to go through all the papers and craft supplies I’ve accumulated.
So I guess you could say I’m afraid of death in a way, but it’s not because of anything supernatural. The biological will to live is very strong, and I enjoy my life. Does that help?
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