I know I am not supposed to say this. My position seems to be held as some sort of intellectual "sin" amongst atheists. I fear death, and furthermore I think that anyone who states they aren't afraid is, to put it politely, just kidding themselves. Death is it; the end of your conciousness, the end of your life. I, like any human being, am afraid of death because I am the product of millions of years of evolution from the tiny specks of life trying to avoid dying.
I fear it as the end of me and my perception of the universe, of knowing what it is on the next page of history. That every joy, every sorrow, and every bit of experience ceases.
It is an unknown unlike any other unknown because it is something we have experienced in a fashion before we were born, yet is literally not within our perception. It is possible that we can find out how to make a perpetual motion machine, or learn the secret of faster than light travel, but we cannot understand nothing.
And whenever someone we know, admire, and/or care for dies, I also know that "within the distant Aidenn" we shall not meet them. It is sorrowful, it is painful. Everything they have been has been erased except in the shade and shadow of others memories of them, and even these flitting poor substitutes will, in time, also perish.
But yes, I will die. Just because I fear it, or wish it otherwise, has no bearing in the situation. I may fear poverty as well, but believing I have a magical trunk of unending money in the basement I can access later doesn't mean that such a trunk exists, and would likely end having me use what money I do have unwisely
Those that say you do not fear death, if someone offered you the choice between dying two weeks from now, and dying five years from now, I am sure you would choose the latter. It is that basic, we are animals and we have self awareness, we generally try to avoid dying...even though it is inevitable. We, as a species, so try to avoid the cold sober terror of nothing we invent absurd stories that death really isn't the end and call it some sort of special truth....even when the corpses pile up around us. Fearing death isn't insane; denying it isn't real, that's the insanity.