(Every already remains outside your definition of it, anyways. This is only terrifying until it's embraced)

Perhaps you're right. I choose death for no reason relating to death itself, but for the release I gain now from knowing eventually everything that matters to me will cease to matter. All significance I place upon anything has a finite lifespan. This knowledge releases me from all my burden and stress. It gives me peace. So I find life right now more tolerable, not the nothingness that waits at its end.