The moment of death is like going to a dream, to a sleep. Only the brief process of entering it is fearsome. In fact, it is ignorance or lack of understanding of the unknown that is the cause of fear and tremble. Trust and submission to the process makes the passage easy. Faith to the Divine makes it glorious. Remorse makes it hell.
Going to the other side of life which means dying here in the physical is thesame as an infant leaves the womb and enter the new life outside of the womb. He came out seemingly dead, but once the breath of life here enters his nostril he cried his first sounds. He is dependent of his mother. His movement is instinctual for his survival outside of the womb. Someone takes care of him, normally the mother, until he is fully grown up.
So, the life beyond is the same, the process almost thesame. As our unusable garment of flesh and bones decays in the grave our soul spirit is reborn in the other life. There what we carry from this life is our memory which is presented to us like what we experience when we are dreaming. There are emotions, there is longing, but there is submission to the Great Wisdom and Plan.
Those who died suddenly and or violently will find their rebirth in the next life a bit traumatic and confusing. If he is a good soul, a mother will come and take care of him until he is able otherwise he will found himself alone and helpless. In any case, someone will always hear his cry.
Leaving this matrix entering the next!
