Imagine suddenly you no longer exist, poof, from one day to the next there is no more you.
What if you knew that this day would come in a month?
What if it wasn’t for another year?
Or in 5 years?
Would you spend your remaining time differently than you do now?
If so, why aren’t you already doing it?
I’d probably carry on life as normal, but start peppering my conversations with things like “I’m finally looking forward to spending time with my family,” and “I just nailed a huge promotion,” and “I finally just had an offer accepted on a house,” and “I just beat cancer, so we’re finally going to get married!”
If I see my death coming and there’s nothing I can do about it, I want it to seem like the most unfortunate, tragically timed event possible.