I also came to this realisation, and even had the chance to use it when walking at night in a bad neighbourhood, and heard foot steps start up behind me. I didn’t become frightened. I actually became curious will this be my end? Type questioning.

My family on the other hand found this quite disturbing and asked if I feared for my loved ones. (they are like that)
I had to think about that one. I would miss them but death is an inevitability not to sound cold.
I once was closely missed by a car accident while in the car with my family and I was still not afraid for myself or them.
I don’t know if its purely philosophical reasoning or if something is wrong with me.
Come to think of it I have never cried at the few funeral’s I have attended. I actually smirked at memories of good times.

…hmm I’m thoughtful know