Once when I was very young, I died. My body bled to death, my heart stopped, and I was for all intent and purpose without life.
The experience opened my eyes to amazing and wondrous things. I saw my lifeless body and it was okay, because it was just a body, not me.
I had a choice, I think many others don’t, especially when you die because your body is defective or simply old and unable to be held together anymore. It takes a tremendous amount of energy to hold a body together.
Please, don’t be afraid. It’s all going to be okay. Death is just another form of birth into a new realm of existence.