[ WP ] You tell Death that you will never tire of living no matter how long you live . It makes you a bet that you will and thus grants you true immortality . You 've just lived through the second death of the universe and show no sign of stopping . Death is baffled .

`` That deceitful son of a bitch.'' When death offers you a deal, read into the finer details. Immortality means you ca n't die, it says nothing about growing old, weak or feeble. You still need to eat, you wont die from starvation or dehydration, youll just have the constant gnawing hunger pains and become emaciated and gaunt. You are n't impervious to pain either, you get shot or mauled by a stray Rottweiler it still hurts like hell, that was my first screw up and i still bare the facial scars. Immortality also does n't cover healing. So when you think `` Screw these little punks'' and get sick of seeing some little wan na be gang bangers picking on a helpless old lady on the bus and stand up to them and get the shit beat out of you, yeah, the broken arm and shattered orbital socket dont fix themselves. The dislocated fingers from where they stomped them still need set also, which requires a trip to the hospital, which costs money, which necessitates a job. So now i sit in my cheap, crummy little cubicle, eating the cheap, crummy little cake the company bought me to commemorate my 70 long years with the company. Little do they know this is the 4th such company i have worked for this long. Almost time to find a new job again. My deal? Immortality. The cost? Hell if i decide i cant handle it anymore. I starting to believe hell might be better than this on its worst day
