I think that if one were immortal, barring accidents (like being physically incinerated, crushed etc), then one would be very much more careful about one's health. Far too careful. It would mean the death of risk; no wing sailing or looping the loop on airplanes; no tightrope walking over the abyss; no fighting on battlefields; no drinking unknown but tasty cocktails... would you want to live like that? To my mind, and that of my friends, such a snowflake existence would be ok (for the snowflake) but not for us. The modern snowflake, I think, is a product of too much wealth and comfort. They are the new version of the old aristocratic 1700s dandy, with hyperfine, supersensitive sensibilities. Indeed, they could sleep on top of 20 matresses, and if a pea were at the bottom, they would wake up black and blue in the morning. No, better a short and brutal life than to melt like a snowflake.