I can only speak for myself but when you detach from all dichotomies, and ultimately from life and death, you really don't mind dying but also don't mind living. Not because of identification with some comforting "universal whatever", but because both, life and death, are equally meaningless. And since no one here gets out alive, I may as well have some meaningless fun in the interim. Though the definition of what is "fun" changed a lot for me -- some things are really more meaningless than others :D