I'm not so special that I get to avoid death. I'm just like everyone else. So though I don't look forward to the day it happens (acknowledging that that could even be today), I understand that it is inevitable and I think I've worked through the denial stuff pretty well.
I'd like to fear death at least a little bit because I prefer the alternative, and fear can be a great motivator. And I assume I do. But so far, the issue just hasn't come up for me. I haven't had a close call in years, and as far as I know, I'm pretty healthy for an old guy. So I'm going to concentrate on the part where I'm still alive and have stuff to do.
Knowing that all deaths are not quick and painless concerns me a bit. I sat by my father as he died of prostate cancer a couple of years ago and that didn't look good at all. But he had a chance to say his goodbyes. And we had a chance to tell him we loved him. My mom, on the other hand, dropped dead in seconds of a burst aorta and neither she or the rest of us had a chance to say our goodbyes.
But we don't get to choose anyway, unless we're suicidal. So as of today, I'm not quite sure which sort death I'm going to have, hence I'm not very good at fearing it either. Everything seems to vague. In the meantime, I'm hoping that my self-assessment of being only slightly afraid of the process is accurate.
Needless to say, as an ardent atheist, I don't include what happens after my death in any of my equations. My death is it for me. It is cute that my atomic makeup continues to exist in a variety of other forms throughout eternity and all that, but that is just information, not comfort. Which is not needed.