I would rather live a great normal life then die, rather than having immortal life. That would suck. I mean, how would you look when your 550, a pile of bones and skin on the floor with no muscle left what so ever, just breathing, not being able to move, not being able to die, not even being able to speek to people, just lieing there and stareing at the floor all day and night, no food, no water, just there with nothing else to do, just locked in your own mind, trapped in a body limp and like a flesh tomb, just letting your brain waste away to a vegetable, mind numbing and in a terrible state of mental distress and boredom. I would hate that.