I'm going to die one day and that's pretty much fine with me. (I think) I'm not afraid of death, after all it's one of the most natural things to happen me.
I've been contemplating death quite often. not in the suididal sense, but in an accepting sense, as caduceus pointed out.
I'm not that easy concerning the death of other people though.. the death of my cousin (18 at the time) hit me quite hard. I wish I could talk with him, things I never said but should have.
the death of my grandmum didn't hit me way as much, I was prepared for that. I mean, she was old, and I knew it was going to happen. it was a pain to see her fear of death. I may should have talked with her about it, but I never had a real connection with her, unfortunately.
actually I just inhaled little bits of smoke from burning corpses (not on purpose of course, but it happens when the wind turns).
I'm not kidding, I think I saw about ten people being burnt today. quite intense to watch.