I think it's completely normal to imagine your death, like what would happen if you're gone. I think the earliest time I was thinking of dying was in elementary school, when I had already been exposed to death scene from soap opera on TV. "What would happen if I die?", but that thought only stopped at that question and no made up scenarios I could have possibly thought of except "will my parents be sad and devastated?" Death itself was first exposed to toddler me. When I was around 3 or 4, when my parents still could only rent a house, a neighbor two blocks away passed away. As I sat next to his lying body I asked my parents who he was and what happened. "This is our neighbor. He passed away", my mom answered my questions. "What is passed away? Why" curious me kept asking the question. My memories kinda blurred, either mom scolded me and shush me and kept praying for the deceased, or she answered my question and told me, "it means he