Here's a fun tidbit, we might never actually die. I don't mean that in the 'I'm scared of the void and am trying to rationalize it away' way either.
If you're smart enough to acknowledge that all senses are completely manipulable and our idea of reality is subjective, then you should be able to wrap your head around the idea that nothing around us is actually there as we know it.
I've started thinking that the entirety of what we know as reality exists within the mind of one person and all of our sensory input is fabricated. Maybe it's all in my mind and none of you are actually real, or maybe you're all fractured shards of my subconscious with independent personalities. Or perhaps it's in one of your heads and I'm one of those same shards.
Either way, if this is the case, I can technically never actually cease to exist until the universe dies. Best case scenario my consciousness is absorbed or transformed into another, worst case scenario I'm stuck in an infinite time loop with no memory of my previous incarnations and I'm doomed to shitpost and jerk off for eternity.
Assuming I'm right of course.