****, I forgot the link of the post, but I saw something on /r/Atheism (yes, Reddit, not 9crap)

It went something like this:

Imagine life like a cliff. You climbed it without fear, knowing that there was a net below and you were harnessed. After a while climbing the cliff, you looked down, only to realise that there was no harness in the first place, nor a net. You had climbed the cliff without help or safety. And that the cliff has no top. You realise that you will eventually stop climbing. Everyone will stop climbing, or fall.

They said it better, but I don't know the name, nor do I have the link. But it's on Reddit. /r/Atheism.

We all ask ourselves this question at some point in our life.
I don't think about it, I just make sure I'm not mad at someone and everything is well before I go sleep in case it's my last night because you never know...

Death is like a sleep without waking up.

I really don't care about my death. I probably won't know about it tell it is about to happen and after that I won't be able to think about it.... or anything else really. I'll just be dead......

I use to handle death not so well, now it has no effect on me what so ever. The first time I experienced a death I was young, so it hit me hard. Second time, again, not so good. Now death has no effect on me and I don't fear death, thanks to my father. Painful or not, death isn't something I fear. So I guess that is the one benefit I have from my experiences...

Well my own death isn't really all that big a deal. When I die, I die. Not much I will be able to do about it. It will happen eventually, no matter what I do, so no reason for me to get uptight about it.

As far as other peoples death goes, I don't really handle it very well. I have a pretty hard time knowing that someone I care/cared about is gone.

i dont fear death. just the way to die could be bad. everyone wants it to happen fast but will it go fast whit my own death?
oh well, i'll see that when it's time. nothing to bother about now.

Well, as an atheist, I believe once I no longer live, I will cease to exist. My "soul" will, anyway. However, I know my body will be broken down and consumed by various organisms, and the energy from my lifeless body will return to the earth that it came from.

Death, is beautiful.

Death isn't scary. It is going to come, and when it does, my body will return to the earth it was made from.

I just don't think about it. Death will come for us all eventually, wether that be from old age or a bullet in our heart. All you can do is smile at him when he comes and say,"Did you bring the grenade I wanted?"