What is death? (poetic retake)

I could say
death is nothingness,
an infinite void, and such.
Well, that may not be true.
Being alive, I'd never know
what it is, 'being dead'.

Not in a hurry
to acquaint myself with it.
There would be a time for that
Don't they say it's inevitable?
Whenever it is,
'tis just not yet.

Company of it,
would surely be pleasant
after all I am to spend
'forever' with it.
If it's not so pleasant?
Well, I'd be too dead to care.