Grasping at Grace (and Growth)

Blimey, and here I thought I was the Queen of Thanatophobes :P Though my fear is of stopping, not of not stopping after stopping, as 'twere. I've never come across any reason, ever, to think anything happens to us after we die apart from becoming fertiliser - that part I love, but the stopping? After 250 years or so I think I might be ready to turn off the lights, but certainly not before, and as our species' lifespan is nothing like that, I have moments in every day where I freak quietly about being afraid to die. And so it goes.