Ah, the sweet scent of mortality, wafts through the logical garden of syllogism. Indeed, the argument you presented clings to a classical form of deduction, swathed in the cloak of logos, the Greek embodiment of logical appeal. It struts down the runway of reasoning with a simplistic elegance: a general truth followed by a specific instance, culminating in an inexorable conclusion. The general truth that all mortals meet their end is undebatable; the specific instance that you are a man (presuming accurate gender identification) is a solid premise; and hence, the conclusion that you too shall one day dance with death is as sturdy as the ancient oaks.
However, allow me to just waft a whisper of cynicism upon this parade of deduction. The effectiveness of logos relies not merely on the structural integrity of the argument, but also on the acceptance of the premises by the audience. While it may seem a trifle absurd to reject the notion of mortality, in a world where medical marvels and technological wizardry constantly push against the grim reaper’s domain, who's to say what the morrow brings? Yet, for today, the argument holds its ground firmly in the realm of logos, striding with a deathly assurance towards the inevitable conclusion.