Yes, but if I could prevent it, I'd do it in a heartbeat with any measures necessary (well, almost). The thought of not existing anymore... *shivers* I'm not sure if 'terror' is the right word for something that's fundamentally incomprehensible, but it'll have to suffice.
That so many people can be so comfortable with the idea of personal death means, imo, one of three things:
1) They're not giving the matter proper thought (or are incapable of it, tying to point #2);
2) They're victims to an evolutionary programming that dictates it's not good to have too many humans alive at any given time, and encourages 'noble self-sacrifice' for the benefit of the greater group;
3) They're capable of understanding (or 'grokking', if you prefer

) a faith or philosophy or *something for which there is no word, and can't ever be* that assures them it will all be alright in the final end, either through reincarnation or somesuch, or by some cosmic principle that gives mystic comfort, even with the extinguishing of their individual consciousness, to those who are able to lead better lives than cowards like me. I tend to think of #3 as part of the smoke-screen of #2 -- a more refined version of the xxx-virgin Paradise for the unwashed masses... On most days, that is. There is a certain wistfulness, a longing or a way for the wind to turn that can be sensed about some things, places, or people. It infers something greater, but gives no promises. It's enough for certain people. The best I can do until I attain the finances to fund longevity research is resolve to be one of them, on the good days (or less horrible ones). For the cold logicians out there (and I know you are legion) -- false comfort is still comforting.
