Life is movement. Death is solidity.
Life is a bunch of moving distinctions. Death is the equivalent of deep sleep: there are no distinctions.
Life is changing and evolving. Death is stagnant.
The self, “you” as you think of yourself, is solid. You spend most of your waking hours holding together this sense of “you.”
Is imagining yourself as this solid entity, living through it, and refusing to change, any different from being dead?