Just a reminder:

Genuine immortality is not in the cards.  Not if we understand thermodynamics correctly.  You’re not going to beat the reaper, not in the long run.

Or even in the medium run, if we’re looking at this honestly.  The difference between “threescore and ten” and “the lifespan of the universe” is nothing compared to the difference between “the lifespan of the universe” and “actual eternity.”

Not that I’d complain if you added a few centuries, or aeons, to the years that I get to enjoy.  I am not eager to die.

But, geez, people, memento mori isn’t just a sacrament for losers and quitters.  You’re not escaping your fate, you’re not even thinking about escaping your fate, you’re merely bargaining for a petty extension.