I look my 5-year-old daughter in her innocent pretty face and wonder what she'll think if Daddy "goes" early (which I very well might, she almost lost me at 3 months). I envision her someday saying "Do I remember Daddy? A little, he was very nice and I loved him..."

I find your sentiment downright cruel. Excuse me while I go cry and refrain from punching a wall.

ETA: Fallout from death may be construed as a "gift" insofar as some good may come from something bad, but that doesn't make the death itself a gift. Discovering that the wall desperately needed repair anyway doesn't make punching it, out of anticipatory grief, good.