May I have your watch when you are dead?

I just walked away from the most crippling feeling I had yet to experience in my life. One single, innocuous comment sent me down a spiral of terror and absolute breathlessness. The ore in my chest pulses and I heave steadily. What's real and in front of my own eyes begins to slip through my fingers like sand from an old bottle. I hear only drops pounding in my head and I can't seem to slip through this miasma. I can see Death. I know now how I will feel when I come to the end of days. As it approaches, I slowly begin to realize that

I will die in terror.