First, there is nothing to bet on. Your mission, s.y.c.t.a.i., is to provide me with evidence of my individual mortality. Whether I actually die at some point or not is irrelevant.

The bet would (quite obviously) be on whether you are provided evidence of your individual mortality.

So, if all your relatives were already dead, and your heart stopped beating for one reason or another, there would be little point in attempting to revive you?

No, you have it backwards. Chewbacca was born on Kashyyyk but lives on Endor.

Could it be that all my dead relatives were mortal, while I am not? Even if I bleed when pricked by some defective design element of a Chinese-made rubber chicken? And how could I know for sure that these mere mortals were actually relatives of mine. I mean, tsk, they're a bit ephemeral, aren't they?

Orthonormal was kind enough to provide you with an explanation of what evidence means.

I require evidence of my mortality, not my propensity to bruise and bleed when hit. I predict that I'm never going to be presented with such evidence.

You already have overwhelming evidence of your mortality. Providing more by beating you with a rubber chicken until you were bloody and bruised would just be icing.

Meanwhile, I've noticed that the voting appears a little biased toward people who are losing the debate. What's that all about? Groupthink?

Votes would have hovered around 0 if you had let it go when it turned out your joke didn't quite work. Meanwhile, I had best not reply further lest I be found to violate the "don't feed the trolls" injunction.