I finished ‘The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue’ this morning and, it changed my perspective of wanting to know when I die. One of the main characters makes a year-long deal to be loved, at the cost of his soul. So he tries to make a lot of memories and do a lot in that time frame but, as the second comes closer to the last, he realizes he wants more time and that your life is always a few seconds short of what you want. I summarize what happened and left it as vague as possible so that it doesn’t spoil the book.
But I now know that I’m content in not knowing when I die.