"Android - what? No!" The Balladeer has no particular idea what a non-assassin's afterlife might be like, but that's just silly.

He raises his hands in a placating gesture, speaking calmly. "Look, worrying about it won't change anything. You're better off enjoying your life while you've still got it!" If anything, stress will likely kill you sooner, but that might be an unkind thing to bring up right this second. "This is still better than being stuck on some rail somewhere, right?" he hazards.