I’m afraid of CRASHING!
Not the actual hitting the ground part. I’ll probably be dead long before I go splat.
No, I’m afraid of those terrifying thirty seconds when you know, positively, how it’s going to end.
I’m a big advocate of dying in your sleep. Go to sleep, have a pleasant dream, and BANG!
Never wake up.
I’m good with that.
Besides, I don’t think the word ‘plummeted’ belongs in anyone’s obituary.