Something you never see. A hearse with a luggage rack Something you never hear. A dying person saying, gee, I should have worked more overtime.
I might wish that. Not overtime in particular, just regular time. For the first 20 years of my career I was often lazy in my working life. I did the minimum possible to get by. Took many breaks between jobs. Except a period when i wanted to buy a house, for those couple years i really worked hard. I regret doing that now. Was only hurting myself in the long run, although at the time it felt good. Means i have to work harder in the second half of my life now.
You, me and the rest of the world may regret these things from time to time while alive, active and healthy. When all that is ending our bullshit job won't even be a passing thought.
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm just very annoyed. I'm angry that I can't know when death will happen. But I'm furious that I won't live forever.