I mean quite frankly there's no making peace with Death, that's what makes it so fundamental - its radical indeterminacy. I tend to agree with Lacanian psychoanalysis in that the neurotic belief that there is something out there that can eliminate the radical Otherness of Death is a fundamentally fascistic one. It causes one to cling onto some mirage of internal wholeness, which is fundamentally impossible in the face of the contradictory shaping of our own subjectivity by our conscious and unconscious, their many desires and drives - all of which ultimately return to death, not of intent, but of necessity.

Here's a quote from Alenka Zupancic's What is Sex where she discusses Freud and Lacan's death drive which I think shows the radicality in recognizing the fundamentally radical indeterminacy of death and why it's not something to be at peace with. Because it's always already there! And none of us are at peace are we?

It is the death drive that opens up the space (the scene) of achievements that stretch beyond the ordinary, and beyond business as usual... We can now say that the death drive, in our meaning of the term, could be described precisely as establishing (and driving) the ways of returning to inorganic existence other than those which are immanent in the organism itself. The organism dies, but it is more than an ideological or reli-gious phrase to say that there are things (creations) that outlive it. And it is precisely at this point that one has to situate the concept of the death drive, and insist on abandoning the idea of the duality of drives: there is only the death drive. Yet it cannot be described in terms of destructive tendencies that want (us) to return to the inanimate, but precisely as constituting alternative paths to death (from those immanent in the organism itself). We could say: the death drive is what makes it possible for us to die differently. And perhaps in the end this is what matters, and what breaks out from the fatigue of life: not the capacity to live forever, but the capacity to die differently. We could even paraphrase the famous Beckettian line and formulate the motto of the death drive as follows: Die again, die better!