Of the myriad ways a person can die on this great planet and the amount of them that are a pathetic end to what might or might not have been a great life I think shark attack remains one of the most attractive.
Not for me wheezing out my last breath after a long stay in a hospice as an illness ravages my once strong body.
Nor would I chose to have my end delivered by a "one punch" knock out and subsequent brain injury from hitting the ground. Struck by one of the zillion azholes that think their shizzen is so important they must text while driving is hardly a death worth dying in anyone's books.
First choice would be in my sleep unexpectedly. No illness. Just gone.
Failing that becoming part of the food chain in the ocean is strangely attractive .Don't get me wrong I DON'T WANT TO GET EATEN!! and will fight tooth and nail to survive but if I must than so be it.Just do a good job of it. Hopefully when I duck dive or something!!
If you cannot come to terms with the possibility of an end to your life by shark attack then its probably time to stop kidding yourself about who you are and what you do and look at other activities that are more suited to your outlook rather that advocating wholesale killing of what makes
you
scared.
See you on the water

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still