The Unknown

People fear what they do not know; the majority of major fears are based on the unknown. Death is the biggest one. I do not believe people fear not being alive; I believe people fear what they do not know. I find that all those that I talk to who fear death don't know what they believe happens after death. There's no coincidence in that correlation.
I believe John Donne's poem opposing death is genius:

HOLY SONNETS.

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;
For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.