I know what you mean about death being everywhere these days, BEAR. In my highschool, we had four deaths this year alone. I know one of them was an alumnus fighting in Iraq, but I'm pretty sure the other three were still students. There was at least one homicide and one suicide.
When my grandpa died five and a half years ago, I was petrified of dying. Every night, I would lie awake in bed, almost afraid to go to sleep. I would listen to a music box to help. Now I don't worry about it as much. I still wonder sometimes what happened to my grandpa, my great grandmother, and a very close friend of the family after they died. Sometimes I feel like they're with me. But for the most part, I don't think about death. Except for when I listen to that music box. When I listen to that music box, I feel like I'm back in fifth grade, lying awake at night, trying not to fall asleep.
As for other fears, I can't stand most roller coasters. When I'm inside, bugs creep me out, but when I'm outside I don't mind them much. I have a weird reaction to movies once they get even minorly gross. It's kind of pathetic, really, I mean I ran out of the theater at the beginning of Shrek, for crying out Pete. But I think my weirdest (and most aggravating) fear is my fear of making phone calls. I can answer the phone just fine, but don't make me call anyone! Please! There's no logic behind it at all, but it creeps me out.
Ok, now that I feel like I just made a fool of myself... I think I'll go, um, crawl under a rock or something...