The way I look at it: the year after I die will be just as difficult as the year before I was born. IOW not a care in the world.

I understand being afraid of death because self-preservation is built into us, but unless there really is some hellfire that some of us will be thrown into for all eternity (unlikely but boy would that suck), then logic dictates that it will bother us just as much as our non-existence bothered us for the billions (trillions?) of years before our births.

I can tell you right away that eternal hellfire is made up because nothing is infinite.

Yes, but if nothing is infinite, then when did the universe begin and how? I always struggle with this. Presumably something must have always been, and it is that always that throws a wrench in my secular vision of the universe.