Anyone else scarred shitless of death?

  Normally I like to think I have a good handle on things.  I enjoy my life and try to just be thankful for everything and everyone I come across.  Well I have a dark secret.  I'm scarred to die.  Sounds silly right.  It's like being afraid of heights so you don't ride the big roller coasters.  The only problem is I'm stuck and I have no choice but to ride.  I know I shouldn't complain, after all, we all have to ride in the front seat on this one.  It just seems so scary and mysterious.  I ain't scarred of snakes, spiders, the dark, other people, or anything really.  This death thing though.  It scares the bejeezus out of me (no pun intended).  I grew up a christian and i've always heard since birth, "if your a good boy you go to heaven, but if your a bad boy, you'll get a bunch of pussy and respect, oh, and you'll burn in a lake of fire for all eternity!"  No offense to all you christians but that's fucked up!  I do beleive in Jesus, because out of that whole big book that was implanted in my skull, his words are really the only thing with meaning.  Christianity aside, I know some people believe in reincarnation.  That would be awesome!  Like playing Donkey Kong Country on the SNES with the 50 life cheat active(gamer metaphor for bhuddists, how you like me now?).  I am confused about how the soul moves to another body and all that other shit, but it's more relaxing than watching porno while fantasizing lakes of sulfer.  What if nothing happens?!!  That's a scary thought!  We all will have to face death so i guess my best advise is NIKE, just do it!(total sarcasm btw)