There's no point in worrying about it as it will either happen or not. Some die young, some die old, some in their beds asleep and some in their cockpits screaming I think (though I may be wrong) that my chances of shuffling off this mortal coil in a car accident are more than dying in a flying accident, but that doesn't stop me from driving anywhere. Everything is more dangerous than staying at home, but many deaths every year occur in the home, so maybe I should move to a tent in the park
. Many of my friends over the years have died in aviation accidents and when I was a young student I remember a nasty accident with a Whirlwind, where the pilot was thrown out of the cockpit and found dead in a bog where he'd landed head down. After that I painted DIG and HERE on the soles of my flying boots, lest the same fate should befall me
. Nowadays, more of my friends are dying of disease and old age, as reflected by my moving closer to my sell-by date. Life is an invariably terminal disease but as none of us has any idea of when our how our own termination will come it's just depressing to dwell on it (and might just make you end it all so you can fulfil your own prediction of the precise date and time!).
Happy flying