Having survived a few suicide attempts I've been convinced this is how it actually is. I have no interest in any further attempts because I know I'll just end up waking up full of regret and possibly maimed.

I read a short story about this, and can't remember the name but I remember how hollow it made me feel.

In contrast, dying but finding that an infinite universe will almost certainly build your atoms back up again in the same configuration in an endless cycle without you knowing.. might be more plausible and therefore even scarier to me.