These guys have written some potent suggestions and insights.
And I simply want to add/share a story of a Zen master on the subject of death.
I think you may find something in it.
Once upon a time there was an ole monk and an inquirer that wouldn't stop bugging the master about how to reach nirvana.
The master was said to have lived among rag-tag mendicants and 'lost souls' under a filthy broken bridge, poor.
This inquirer heard great things about this master. He was said to be the wisest of all masters.
He heard that this man was Nobody, and was therefore somehow Everybody.
He heard that this monk was beyond death - that he didn't even have to eat and drink to stay alive,
because he acquired his sustenance magically through meditation.
Or something like that
This inquirer planned to learn from this man. He was prepared to do anything.
He thought.
Inquirer: "Mister, great Master, please help me - I have major problem."
Master ignores him.
Inquirer: "Please sir, I need your help. What is your secret?"
Master ignores him. Who is this inquirer?
Inquirer: "I will not leave until you help me!"
Master ignores him.
"Please! I want to be enlightened!"
Master ignores him.
"I'm sincere - I swear! Here's a finger, here's my arm!"
And so the master finally acquiesced. He said:
"Alright now. If you want to become my disciple,
you must do as I do for a few days. But if you
can do as I do, then you will find l have nothing
to teach you."
And so - the master goes on with his business as usual,
collecting rainwater from old plastic buckets,
and then suddenly one of the other mendicants has died.
The Inquirer was horrified.
The Master is poker-faced, disinterestedly dispassionately connected.
Doesn't seem to care at all that his fellow friend died so suddenly.
"Surely, we must call the ambulance, the police, or something!"
Master ignores him.
"This is horrible! A man has died! How can you act so calm!?!"
Master ignores him, until then he says,
"Why all the hokum? We can use the resources this man has left for us in his passing."
Master proceeds with the other mendicants to take the dead mans shoes, clothing - leaving the dead man bare naked in the mud under a filthy bridge.
The Inquirer is appalled.
"What disregard for life..." he thought.
Three days later, the inquirer is feeling totally estranged and 'put-off' by this so-called enlightened man's behavior.
This man was not wise. He was mad.
Then, the master says to the inquirer:
"Here, grab the hands, I've got the feet. Help me carry him over there to bury him in the earth."
Finally, the inquirer cannot hold himself back and says:
"WHY ARE YOU SO PITILESS, AWARELESS, CALM, PASSIVE, ABSENT - IN THE EVENT OF SUCH A TRAGEDY?!?!?!
The Master explained:
"This man died
three days ago.
Did you die with him?
Why are you still carrying him?
Is the dead man holding onto anything at all?
Why are you?
The dead man does not suffer. Why are you?
I said to you that if you could do as I then I would have nothing to teach.
I hope that helps you in some way. Heart goes out to you.
Genesis is Now, the Mind is Incarnate.