Fade to black

The very thought of death makes me numb. Can anyone prepare for death, knowing that it will eventually, inevitably greet you? I don't think so. What would be one's state of mind when he or she knows that the sands of time are running low? What thoughts would seep into the head? How does he or she go about everyday affairs? How would the people around this person react? The days would seem truly numbered. One can't possibly fathom the feeling.
All that a person can hope to do is to try and live a relatively satisfactory life, a life of content, with the near and dear ones taken care of; so that when life passes by in front of the eyes as he or she looks at the sky for one last time, there will be no regrets.