Have you ever made love to a truly Great Woman, and when you make love to her you feel true and beautiful passion and you for at-least that moment lose your fear of death?
I believe that Love that is true and real creates a respite from death, all cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well which is the same thing, and when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like myself does not fear, it is because he loves with sufficient passion to push death out of his mind, till it returns as it does to all men.
If you still fear dying, Then you must make Real Love again.
Think about it!
