With my retirement plan and what'll be left of social security, I have to die by the time I'm 82, if I figured it right.
That's fine by me, even though I'm over halfway there. My grandfather, even with all his vices, lived till he was 93. He didn't understand the cultural and technological changes; all his friends were dead. He'd already lost his wife and one of his children (they were dead, not misplaced, by the way). His mind was going. I don't want my life to end that way.
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