The funny thing is, I really want to romanticise my death and what will happen to my body. I keep thinking about returning to earth, in letting my organic matter dissolve and become life again. I also think about getting burned, with my ashes left there to scatter and be a part of everything once again. Or rotting in the sea, to be eaten by creatures to fuel their life. You got me, the whole circle thing.
But I have agreed that my body goes to medicine and/or science after my death, and I will never reach those connections I want to romanticise.
Which, in turn, made me crave death less. So it's a win.