Fortunately I've prepared for this occasion in which my conciousness is downloaded into a cloned copy of myself upon chance of current body demise. Handy if you hang around a bunch of maniacs who randomly start hurling shiny sharp things and yes, blunt objects too at you.
I'm too hard to kill. I can keep making up reasons for why I can't die.
"I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and souls."