There are a few tortures spoken about in fables and stories. The worst that I could imagine is to live forever.
Life is precious by the knowledge that it ends. Like the black frame on a photograph makes the picture stand out all the more. We can’t take a life rich with experience and not expect to give something in return. There’s a reason why creatures who grasp at eternal life are shrivelled wretched things, devoid of soul.
Life is like a good meal, a well made coffee, a spring day. You need to savour it while it lasts knowing that all you will be left with is the memory.
In saying that, I wouldn’t mind living on in memory. To have made an impact on the lives of others that they remember me like a spring day. A treasured memory.