Death is not so bad, it's just the home we used to know and again we soon shall go.
Breathe, just breathe until tomorrow, accept your fate, then sleep and dream farewell. Death is not a stranger.
Dying ain't great but under the right circumstances, death ain't so bad: you accept your fate; close your eyes; fall asleep; and never wake up. No more struggle, pain or worry. Only in death are we truly free.
For the tired and tortured, death ain't so bad, indeed it is an old and welcome friend. One last adventure of release, peace and nothingness, or perhaps something more?