I keep remembering
Manfred's comment to a priest who had arrived (unbidden, natch) as his pursuit of Astarte was nearing its denouement. Seeking to console the priest's lugubrious effusions / gently prod him to hie hence, saith Manfred -
Old man ... it is not.. so.. hard.. to die.
(Best.. if one insists upon having traits - that one select super-human ones, as the tawdry infra- ones are simply no fun at all.)