Yesterday, I died

Yesterday (April 5th 2010), I died. In the early hours of that morning, a doctor told me that these would be my last 24hours. I should prioritize my day accordlingly. And so I sent about my day with this on my mind. I would do the things that were important to me and anything else would have to be subordinated. What a day that turned out to be.
By now, you may have twigged that I'm not actually dead. I'm writing this in the first person and in the present tense. So what I describe above is something of my own choosing. I chose yesterday to be "my last 24 hours" and to act accordingly. What was revealed to me was something unexpected. I had no "bucket list" (101 things you'd like to do before you die). There was nothing that I felt that was missing in my life through want or desire. Want or desire.
Without thinking, we often project onto objects and situations. We see them as we are, not as they occurr or exist. "If I had that new car, my life would be so much better." "If I won the lottery, my life would be sorted." And when they don't come good for us our excitement turns to anger. "It didn't do what it promised to do!" (It didn't do what we expected it to do.) And in that moment, we surrendered our ability to be happy to some external object, project, event. How silly does that look when you write it down logically? But that's another story.
For me, to be present in every moment with the people I loved was what shone forth. I dressed and fed my little boy. I listened to his nonsensical outburts of noise as he attempted to master the art of speech wuth me or the video on the computer that he was watching over breakfast. He is only 15 months old. That was me once. I was that age once and unable to communicate through speech. Was I really? I must have been. Then I took him to the swings, his favourite outdoor activity so far. He just loved the sensation of going to and from me. His face lit up with the broadest of smiles and so did my heart.
At home, his mother, eight-and-a-half months pregnant was having a very well deserved sleep. Through this whole pregnancy she has been amazing. I didn't tell her about my "news". I just wanted her to know how much I love her and wonderful I think she is. She thought I had done something wrong!
I won't go through the whole day so I'll fast forward to end... As I lay down to sleep I again told my wife how much I love her and I started to take my final breaths. How had I spent my day? The funny thing was, I hadn't spent it doing the things that I liked, I had spent it making those close to me happy. My happiness was in my ability (ALL our abilities) to make someone else happy. Wow. Each one of us can choose to exercise that ability, the ability to put a smile on someone's face, ANYone's face. There is that power, there in our own hands. I don't have to wait for some one, thing or event to come to me to make me happy, it is in me all the time. I was at peace.
As a consequence of "dying" I woke up feeling slightly down. And then slowly but surely the realisations came in to my head. Because I had "died", there was really nothing left to fear. All fear eventually come down to death if we pursue the "And then what?" line of questioning. What power now does the world now have over me? Unhappy people that shout at you, people trying to feel surperior to you, people trying to get one up on you, recession, politcal corruption? When you look in their eyes and think to yourself "I know what's importnat in my life because I have already died", what impact do you think they will have on your life?
If you choose to do this exercise, I'd really love to hear from you about your "last 24 hours".