I guess I look at this from a different aspect. I'm a Vietnam vet. One of the accommodations some make in combat goes beyond accepting mortality- I realized that not only could I be killed in spite of skill and every precaution, there were going to be situations where survival was all luck. I saw a guy take one hit and one hit only, on his first day as a Cobra pilot in country- right between the eyes. I've looked down an elevated highway to see an oncoming truck's driver losing the battle to regain control as he he crossed and re-crossed my lane in an effort to keep from hitting me or going off the edge, into the trees- all luck.
Death doesn't have to be that dramatic: I aspirated an aspirin- or I guess I should say I partially aspirated an aspirin, once. Anyhow, there was a second or two where I couldn't breathe, I was alone and miles from anywhere and I remember thinking "That was stupid!"
I believe in taking every practical precaution. I try not to go where a supply of luck could run out- I don't take unnecessary chances.
I've buried friends, a father in law, father, a daughter, and a grand-daughter. There's no way to prepare for the grief, even long anticipated loss. It's a very real and intense physical and emotional syndrome. I believe that making one's own preparations is the only honest and loving way.
Like the man says, live every day as though it was going to be your last. Someday you'll be right. Every day I wake up is a gift.