I was reading about a new treatment that brings people back to life in some cases. You can read all about it somewhere else. What amazed me what the ex-widow of the ex-dead guy had to say:
Our grasp on life is so tenuous. It’s so fragile that it doesn’t really matter what you worry about tomorrow because you might not have it. You have to live as if you’re going to die tomorrow.
Death is still an intellectual concept for me. The closest I had got to death was when I was too drunk that I had to consciously keep breathing to ventilate me and my pulse got very low. It wasn’t a good feeling.