Do things just go black like the tv at bedtime?

I had this belief that on the day of your death

you feel complete

No one around you knows unless you tell them

The scary thing about death is it’s unknown nature

So used to living I can’t imagine not

so used to motion

emotion

thinking and feeling

Do we really fly?

Of all those to die,

I’ve never had the chance to converse with one of them

If curiosity kills this cat

will my questions ever be answered?