Death, did "freak me out" when I was younger.
My grandfather died when I was 7 or 8, and I brought the entire parish to tears when I started screaming at the man who was closing the casket, as my dear deedoos would not be able to breath if they closed it.
I hadn't met death closely for the next many years, until my uncle/godfather passed away. I loved him more than even I knew. He was here, healthy, laughing, talking...and in the blink of an eye he was ill and then gone in less than six weeks time. I was with him when he died, holding his hand as the buzzers were going off and the bells were ringing and the medical staff came flooding in....and having spent the night with my mom, locked in the church with his body, reading the Psalms....brought a sense of closure...but, not finality. He wasn't gone, he just wasn't in that body that was resting in the coffin.
With that, I lost my fear of death, cemeteries, etc.
I know that it is my duty to pray for those whom I loved and who passed, because only we, the living, can help them...and I know what is required of me in order to hopefully end up in a joyous place when my time comes....the trick is doing what I know I need to be doing. Temptation is everywhere.
JamesR. Don't focus on others' deaths. Focus on their lives, on serving them, and on praying for them when they are gone. However, do focus on your own mortality. Keep it always in the back of your mind, to help you avoid temptation.