Changing some of my ideas about death

Dooce did it again. She went and posted a link of pictures before and after death. I wasn't sure how I would react as I really dislike going to visitations. I want to remember the person alive, not looking like a wax figure with a lot of makeup in a casket. But this series was different. These people looked so beautiful after they had died. Even if their words before death were bitter or angry at having to die, they still looked peaceful. I think what did surprise me most were the angry comments at having to die. Maybe I will think that way if I work my whole life and then retire and don't get the opportunity I'd been so looking forward to of retiring and doing what I want. But I've always thought that I have lived a life where I've taken advantage of opportunities and always been open to new experiences. And misery is against my religion. As soon as I recognize that I am miserable in a job or friendship and can't fix it, I extricate myself from the situation. Because it's not worth it. If I died tomorrow I would have felt like I had always lived life to the fullest and not always taken it for granted. I just don't see myself getting angry about it.