"..I was sure about me, about everything, surer than he (the chaplain) could ever be, sure of my life and sure of the death I had waiting for me. Yes, that was all I had. But at least I had as much of a hold on it as it had on me."

[Olga-Julissa]

Unlike the chaplain, Meursault is aware of his fate; he isn't "living like a dead man." He knows death is promised and chooses to accept it without the "consolation of God" (mostly because he doesn't believe he is real). I don't know if I am the only one, but I really can relate to this. I'm not sure what life is going to bring me or what/who I will become, along with anyone/everyone else, but the one thing that is for certain is that death awaits us. Dying is something that happens to tons of people every day, yet it is something that most of us avoid thinking about. When we do think about it, we run for some form of comfort. We are afraid of becoming nothing, so we believe in an afterlife. We are afraid of a world without meaning or religion, so we believe that God will be there when we die to guide us. I don't know if this makes me an "absurdist", but (much like the author/Meursault) I really find no point in relying on or believing in a transcendent idea. I don't find life any more meaningful, or death any less scary, just because people believe that God is the reason behind our existence.
(I'm not trying to make anyone agree with me or talk down those who do believe, this is just my thought on something from my book.)