I don't care the fame part, because I would never be around to know it.
I don't care about the one-way ticket thing - hell *LIFE* is a one-way ticket!
So - If I get to pick my likely demise - growing old slobbering on myself and wearing diapers in a nursing home, OR:
A chance to go on a trip farther than anyone else ever has, see things that no one else has with their own eyes.
We all die eventually - the only difference is how we choose to face that fact.
Choice is pretty easy for me.