I came so close to dying via barbiturate O/D on the 28th June, but ended up flushing that shit down the toilet later on. In the end, nobody controls my existence more than I do, even though it sometimes appears to be that way, it isn't. Once I am gone, nobody controls my existence, either, they just remember it.
I see death as the great emancipation, and also the great equaliser. It won't matter how much money you had or how famous you were, or where you came from, death makes us all equal. More equal than anything else. It also makes us more free than anything else. So a fear of death could really be seen as irrational, but I guess that's human nature - humans are by and large mostly irrational beings. Sometimes that includes myself, other times not.