I keep almost dying. Every time I think I'm about to die: POOF, that me is a log of wood, or a clone who evaporates instead of bleeding out, scraped along the road like a poorly kept play-dough figure.
I can't die, but it's not a case of reincarnation, its a case of never being there in the first place.
I've heard rumors of someone else who can't die. Maybe we'll meet some day.