This is a really timely question for me. I've been thinking about death actively since I was 8. My parents moved us across the globe, and I remember staying up nights, contemplating non existence.
It was so scary, that at 10 - when I had to pick a "talent" designation for school - I chose writing. To be like Shakespeare. I figured, he's dead, but 500 years later, people stop remember his name.
I got baptized at 12 to be like Jesus - he'd been dead 2000 years, and people knew of him, and I figured that 2000 was much more than 500. That's when I gave myself a set number of years: live to Jesus ascension age, 33. Anyone over 30 seemed like a dinosaur, anyway.
Early in college, I took a lit class, which focused on Marilyn Monroe. I liked Marilyn, a lot, so I shifted my timeline to 36. That's how old she was when she died.
I just turned 34 , 2 days ago. I called it my Dancing Queen × 2 celebration. Honestly, I didn't think I'd make it here. Die young, leave a good looking corpse, goes the lyric. Another musician called early death anti- wrinkle medicine. Maybe that's what it's about: stay beautiful.