Funny thing is, I've never heard of this theory until now, but I've always had the nagging feeling that this is what life would be like.
There are many times in the past where I could have possibly died yet didn't. Sometimes the chances of death were small ( flying through a bad storm in a plane in the 80's), sometimes moderate (rolling a car, almost falling out of a car door, heart problems, present at a riot), sometimes big (falling on the back of my neck off a vault, falling headfirst off my bike onto a cement planter, extreme hypoglycemia, being the fourth pregnancy and the first to actually come out non-stillborn).
I've often pondered whether I would actually experience death when the time comes or whether I would instead live to see the best possible outcome of my life.
See, we live in a Universe where trillions upon trillions of turns of the dice have produced a world suited for us. And even more turns of the dice have resulted in us being born. Would it not be poetic if this particular Universe was one in which I was not only born, but one wherein I actually get live out my life to the fullest.
And, yes, I do consider it a kind of hell, outliving everyone else. But I'll remember you fondly as I sit on my rocking chair in my 250th year, surveying the wasteland that was once the Earth...
Alternatively, given that all of us are unique in a quantum mechanical way, and that information can't be destroyed or created... we could possibly, at the point of death, relive our lives backwards, and loop forwards again at the point of inception... in this aspect, live infinitely within a finite loop.
