I sometimes actually long for a natural disaster. I feel that if I knew I were about to die in one, I would accept it and maybe even feel a little happy and justified about it. Like because it would be natural "cleansing" I would totally accept my fate and know that the world would not be a lesser place without me in it. I know that sounds like depression, but it's really not. It's not that I WANT to die, it's just that if I knew I WERE about to die because of "natural" causes, I would have no problem accepting it. Life isn't real anyway, you know? Perhaps what comes after this is better....perhaps after we die we become more "real".