What makes you think that we have a soul? How do you know we're not just atoms and neurons and all that, and when we die we shut down and cease to exist. Though this seems, perhaps, frightening, I've come say to 'terms with death', because there really is no point of fearing death while you are, and when you're dead, it doesn't matter, because nothing matters because you experience nothing. Not too frightening a concept when you're helpless.