I find it astonishing, that a lot of resource and money goes into keeping a dead body 'alive' for who knows how long, while there is so much poverty driven-death on the planet. It's beyond selfish, pure decadence. I do have to say, though, the research could be beneficial to future space travel, but not for self-importance.

Sounds cold. But I do like the movie "Demolition Man". Very funny at times.

I'll just keep flourishing this form till it perishes.

I wouldn't want to live forever, but do think it could be interesting to wake up 10 years down the road and not be physically any older just to see how things have changed, but that could be a hell of a gamble as there is certainly no assurance that I could cope with the changes... we may be under Putin's rule by then, the Earth may have exploded by then, the Zombies may have won by then, they may be eating Soylent Green by then, etc.

To me this is just another get rich scheme that, if I had money, I would want no part of.

The technology isn't perfected yet and at this time it is a money-making scheme. One life is enough for me.

Who knows what the future will be like, I just know I would fit in.

Why would I want to be brought back once I'm finally out? Once the end is here, I intend to stay ended.

From what I've read about it, when a body is frozen, the water inside it crystalizes and destroys all the cells.

If money were no option and I'm dying anyway, why not.

I saw a show with this theme and they were only keeping the heads.

Reminds me of a joke.
I was walking in the forest one day and stumbled across a pretty nice looking glass vase, except it had a stopper in it. I was pretty curious and began shaking it, dusted it off a bit, and tried to get the stopper out. It came off eventually with a big bunch of a dust cloud. I was trying to clear my eyes when I heard somebody say, "You have three wishes." I was thinking, well ok, I'd like to have a bunch of money to help all these homeless and needy people. So, I asked him (I think it was a him) to give me a bunch of money. He (It's easier to write than s/he) said a bunch of words, waved his arms, pulled on an earlobe and stuck a finger in his nose. Puff! All of the sudden I didn't have any arms or legs and I was getting dirt in my mouth. I was pretty nervous and told him to quickly put my arms and legs back. He was a bit frazzled as well and started waving his arms, pulling his earlobe and sticking a finger in his nose. And ... puff! I looked down and not only were my legs and arms gone but my whole body. Dirt does not taste good! I immediately started yelling at him to give me back my body, arms, and legs. He started dancing around, waving his arms even more frantically than before, pulling on both earlobes and sticking a finger up his nose. And, puff. A raisin lay on the ground.

Moral of the story: Stop while you're still a head.

One life is enough, but this is the equivalent of donating my body to science at this point. I would love to offer myself to a university or some research organization for this purpose as I think cryogenics can provide priceless insights into human understanding. For me, it is not a fear of death, but hope for human knowledge. Cryogenics for space travel and even possibly for our ability to advance "food storage" or other incidental/accidental things sounds priceless to me.

I'm not paying for it.

This idea of some form of immortality is for the religious. I have grown past that nonsense.

The greatest curse was being born. So, now that being born is out of the way, I don't see how extra time here would be any worse.

We are all space dust. Dust to return. I'd end my trajectory at its natural time.
It's just a preference though. I see nothing wrong with experimenting.

Yeah, sure. If it works, I can experience a whole new reality whenever it happens. If not, no big change. Dead is dead.

I am not philosophically against the idea of cryogenics but I would probably not do it. Assuming all went well during the "deep freeze" I'm not at all sure I would want to wake to a world that has moved on a few decades or even hundreds of years from my last memories. If I go camping for a week and am out of touch with the news I feel desperately behind. I am not optimistic about the future of Mankind on an overpopulated planet where ignorance and apathy, and religious influences abound. The disorientation of opening my eyes to a whole new world of uncertain characteristics would be reason enough decline the offer of cryogenics.

I think one me is enough. I just want die when it's my time. Give someone new a chance. It's sad though. Having to be brand new and look back and say how the last generation was so careless.

to much of a wast

No!

I would rather take that chance if I'm going to die anyway, better than no chance.

I’d have had my son frozen. Myself, currently, I’d have no need or desire for it.