Meet death cheerfully. Seneca, Epistles 4.30.9-10

Death is an intimate and even essential part of life, Seneca says, and so we needn't fear it.

Libentissime itaque illum audiebam quasi ferentem de morte: sententiam et qualis esset eius natura velut propius inspectae indicantem. Plus, ut puto, fidei haberet apud te, plus ponderis, si quis revixisset et in morte nihil mali esse narraret expertus: accessus mortis quam perturbationem afferat optime tibi hi dicent qui secundum illam steterunt, qui venientem et viderunt et receperunt. Inter hos Bassum licet numeres, qui nos decipi noluit. Is ait tam stultum esse qui mortem timeat quam qui senectutem; nam quemadmodum senectus adulescentiam sequitur, ita mors senectutem. Vivere noluit qui mori non vult; vita enim cum exceptione mortis data est; ad hanc itur. Quam ideo timere dementis est quia certa exspectantur, dubia metuuntur.

Bassus offered rare insight, a vision of death as she appears most close and intimate, and so I used to hear his judgments of her nature most gladly, as though they came directly from the source. You too would place more faith, I think, more weight, in the opinion of someone who delivered an account of death's unimportance after returning from the mouth of the grave. Those who have stood in death's presence, who have seen her face and received her touch as she drew near to them, they will tell you better than anyone else how her approach feels, what disquiet she brings. You should count Bassus among this company, and know that he was not out to deceive us. The man who fears death is as foolish, he once said, as the man who fears old age: for just as age follows youth, so death follows age. The man who does not want to die has already denied his will to live, as life is only given to us on condition that we die: all paths lead eventually to this end. How utterly insane it is then to fear what must arrive, what can only frighten us when we imagine that it lies in doubt.