My parents always looked at death with amusement. My mother told me that when my father at 83 woke up in the morning he would laugh and say, "Amazing, we're still here," he died after his third heart attack, my mother died when a car hit her on her mobility scooter while crossing the road, she never thought to look at the traffic, at 93 she had memory problems, she would tell my brother about the amazing book she had just read and he would reply "I know, you've read it 4 times and tell me about it each time." She just laughed and said "I'm a problem to myself but as long as I can forget about it it it's ok".