Not as mature as I thought.

I really thought I had matured to the point that I was covering death pretty well.

I've got the life insurance. Company policy and personal policy, so Tami and boys are covered right under 300k. That increases as my salary increases so it offsets lifestyle a bit.
Then there was the idea that I add 10k to the policy a year. Everyone knows how I want to be "taken care of" in case you don't then here it is.
I am an organ donor, so whatever is left after they pick me apart, cremate it up and put it in a little box and sprinkle it on some body of water.
That's pretty much it.
Friends and family have pictures and memories to remember me by.
They don't need to go visit an engraved rock shrine. I just think it is a waste of resources, land and money.
I'd rather them all go on a picnic and talk about me if they just feel they have to do that, though I seriously doubt that would happen.
(meaing noone sets aside "dead people picnic day" in this country)

I know I'm not invincible. I know I am going to die and I'm not afraid of that.

What I found out in the last couple days is that OTHER PEOPLE,

are

They are not supposed to die, and I am TERRIFIED of who is next.

It is giving me bad dreams.