And we're back to the main problem with Jabba's... err theorom.
Even if we some how were to magically able take all of Jabba's "Throw as much nonsense against the wall hoping something will stick" mishmash of "evidence" and actually able to squeeze a coherent viable theory out of it and if even given that we could invoke a magic "I believe button" and agree with it all... it's still not immortality.
Everything that we could reasonably, or even sanely unreasonably, call death is still going to happen in this magical land of made up probabilities.
This is and always has been a "How many legs does a dog have if you call a tail a leg?" argument.
It's the same thing we see time and time again in the religious and other Woo apologetics. Redefining the thing in broader and loser terms again and again until you get to a "definition" that is so vague and meaningless as to be linguistically true without being true on any sane level, and pretend that someone how means something.
The only way for Jabba's immortality to work (even given all the massive conceits mentioned above required to even get there) is to redefine immortality to the point that doesn't mean that anything.
Nothing in this trainwreck, even if believed and taken at face value, would mean that Jabba, I, or any other Tom, Dick, or Harry in any real sense; the continuity of consciousness, the sense of self, the mental processing, anything that makes a "you" and "you" would keep going beyond a normal physical, biological lifespan.
