You better be about 75 to be so worried or you just haven't taken care of yourself and that deserves no pity. My father is 74 and still runs, lifts weights and rides his bike. He doesn't move like a old man and he's still vibrant and sharp as ever. I worked out my fear of death when I was in the service, now the thought doesn't bother me even a tiny bit. I'm indifferent to it, a little curious if anything. I can tell you have a very obsessive personality.
I don't fear death. I want a glorious death , in battle , not just dying of old age in my bed faggot
A glorious death would be doing right by your children or grandchildren not selfishly going out in a blaze of glory.
You don't get it at all. What I want is a death where I'm surrounded by enemies , hopelessly out numbered. I kill piles of them
The enemy make their final push , I drop my weapons and sing my death song , then begin my journey to Valhalla.
More likely I'll be smothered by a nigger in my sleep in nursing home , but who knows what the gods will ?
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