You may not see a greater comfort than that now, but I know from long experience that such comfort is non-existent when some believers or their loved one are about to meet their maker. It seems it's often only they confront the reality that it is, in fact, all ending. The worst possible time for 'god to desert them'.
The end of my own existence isn't music to my ears, either. But I dilute any potential shadows that may have over my today by living as much as I can, loving as much as a I can, and by treating every day as a gift. I will arrive at my end knowing I loved well and lived well. It won't make leaving fun, but I won't have the burden of a wasted life. I've been at the bedside of the 'I lived well' dying, and it's been a very different experience than that mentioned in my first para.