I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, the lies you've told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion and a twisted mind. I don't want to know "what's up."
Death doesn't take meaning from life. It makes it meaningful. If you know it's going to come to an end, why not make the most of it? What is there to be afraid of? If your life ended tomorrow, would you be happy with how you lived? Death provides perspective.