It's living I'm afraid of.
Cheap.
That could mean a couple of things ... but you're an idiot, so please tell me what it is you mean.
It meanst it is a cheap demogogical statement. You'll shit your pants if you knew death were on your doorstep and cry like a little baby just to postpone its inevitable arrival. Living is all you have and you most probably enjoy every minute of it, even if you are a complete failure in life.
I'm afraid you only understand the position of God/death-fearing people such as yourself. I'll use
myself as an example. Yes, living is all I have, and I do enjoy living, and yes, I would attempt to postpone my death if I had the option, but I don't fear death. If, for example, I were captured, bound, and lined up on a wall with others, and one-by-one we were systematically killed, I doubt I'd be afraid. I would probably be disappointed that I couldn't live longer or accomplish more (unless I were extremely old and had age-related handicaps, in which death would probably be a nice alternative to suffering), but definitely not afraid.
Now let's change the scenario. Suppose I were in a classroom, and a gunman broke into it and began shooting everyone in sight. If no one i really cared about were in it (that list is basically limited at this moment to my girlfriend, and a few of my closest friends), then the only emotion I would experience would be self-preservation. If one of the aforementioned were in the room, then I would probably fear for their safety, but I still wouldn't fear for my own, to the extent of my death allowing harm to come to any of them.
I know many of the fucked-up little monkeys prowling this site, obsessed with their own religion, would get down and pray not to meet with death, and probably be shot for standing still to long (I think anyone crouched over, unmoving, with their hands clasped together would be an easy target).