The eternal question, if given the opportunity to live forever, would you accept?

Personally, I would decline. Forever is a terribly long time. Yet, almost all civilizations think of a way to live forever, reincarnation, heaven, whatever it may be. It seems that people fear death above all else. But if one had the ability to live forever, you would see everything on this little earth, meet all sorts of people and live past the extinction of everything you know. Really, it's a tempting concept, all the time in the world to do anything you could ever want to, know more than anyone else, have insane amounts of money, go literally everywhere, experience absolutely everything, and yet, is it worth it? You could find your true love and watch them age and die while you're left living. Have a family, have ten families and watch them slowly deteriorate and fall into that ever-enticing embrace of death. You suddenly realize that after you've done it all and loved more than you could in ten lifetimes, there is no way out. At this point, survival is not even a factor. You exist no matter what. There is nothing left to experience, you're simply done. Everything loses meaning and you're left in a meaningless, unwilling existance.

Yet people sit back and rely on immortality to allow them to do what they want. Well, why not now?

Really, death is one of the most beautiful details in life. People avoid it and dance around it, but they never come to terms with it. It is the grand finale, the frosting on the cake, the explosion after years of anticipation. It is that magical moment when we finally get to simply stop. Bills no longer matter, that argument with so-and-so is already forgotten, we just get to close our eyes and there it is, silence. Silence and darkness. It's a welcome escape after a lifetime of noise and constant tasks. An end to everything, a beautiful, blissful non-existance. No matter how you die, it's happening. There is nothing you can do to stop it, just a simple surrender of ourselves to ourselves. Life is spent leading up to a single moment. 99.99999995 percent of our lives is spent preparing for a mere 0.0000000453%. That last moment when every possible thought is finally done must be so liberating.

Death is only a tragedy for someone who never lived in the first place.