How is anything 'worth' dying for?
I'm not trying to be an **** about this. *yeah yeah it comes naturally* But seriously, you've never been rock climbing, or shinned up the outside of a building, or careened down a snowslope or anything when there was no point whatever? I certainly have. I don't do it any more precisely because I value my rotting carcass, but I certainly have done and nothing bad happened. It's part of being a bloke, surely?