At my annual physical, I told my doctor that my current plan is to live forever. He pointed out that based on actuarial statistics, the odds are against me, but other than that it is a very good plan.
He called me back the next day with the results of my blood tests. He said he was happy to report that all indications were great, and he added that it seems that so far my plan is working.
I told him that if I do succeed, then in one hundred years I will buy him a drink. He happily took me up on that offer.