There's no dignity in lingering after it's time to move on.
Certainly most people wish that they could relive their childhood, do things differently, treasure how carefree it is to be a child, without the responsibilities of adulthood. But that is not what childhood is: the ignorance of what is to come is what gives childhood its essential character. Life, likewise, derives its character from its immutability: our inability to experience more than one Everett branch. That immutability is what gives our decisions meaning: they are truly final.
Immortalism is, I think, an obstinate rejection of life's finitude. The immortalist would like to live ten trillion lifetimes, sampling all varieties of conscious experience. But this is not compatible with a single continuous lifespan. To properly experience all that reality has to offer, the immortal would have to "start over" countless times, erasing their memory and transferring their consciousness into every variety of body, human and non-human. What distinguishes this process from death as we know it?
In other words: maybe you already are the Immortal.