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No chance in hell. Even if by miracle I'm in good shape at that age, there's no way I want to see the majority of my peers dead or horribly incapacitated by the ravages of age.
No I don't want to die but then I don't want to lose my license, my bodily functions, my memories, nor see death year after year.
The ones in good shape after 90 are outliers. Also I consider the happy ones a bit sadistic to outlive so many loved ones and still be happy. That's horrible.
For my 90th birthday, I'm going to take a fist full of blue pills, not call a physician after 4 hours like it recommends in the commercials, and die in bed with a 20-year-old.
Viagra FTW!
Sorry, but I pity the 20 year old...I hope you pay her well or put her in your will!
Lord, no, no age 300 unless I was a vampire, maybe, with unlimited $$. That's just too much, and too much of other people dying around me.
Also depends upon any chronic health conditions. I've had bad discs for years and only mid-40's, so not sure if I'd want to be running around in pain past 80. Wouldn't mind 100 if healthy.
Depends on how grumpy you are likely to get and how much that annoys other family members. If you wear out your welcome with people, it's probably best to leave the party a little earlier.
No chance in hell. Even if by miracle I'm in good shape at that age, there's no way I want to see the majority of my peers dead or horribly incapacitated by the ravages of age.
No I don't want to die but then I don't want to lose my license, my bodily functions, my memories, nor see death year after year.
The ones in good shape after 90 are outliers. Also I consider the happy ones a bit sadistic to outlive so many loved ones and still be happy. That's horrible.
That is ultimately a strange conclusion and one that I don't think you will still adhere to if you should happen to still be vital at 89.
I do understand part of the sentiment. My grandfather lived to be 102. It did sadden him to see his siblings die. It did sadden him to see his wife die. It especially saddened him to see his son die, because that seem to him so wrong. He told me that, and he also told me, "The bad thing about living so long is that everyone you knew is dead."
OTOH, he was happy to see his great grandchildren grow and flourish, and his grandchildren become successful adults. He was happy to reconcile with a couple of oldsters who had been his enemies in their youth, but lived long enough to reconcile. And all that was after the age of 90.
Despite sadness--and there is always sadness--he would not have wanted to have been dead at 90, because there was still so much good to see.
If I had a sound mind and body I'd want to live to 90, but that's highly unlikely since I've already got significant health issues and see myself declining. If I become a burden to my family I'd like to just die in my sleep and save everyone the hassle. I don't want to linger and not be able to care for myself.
A mentor and mother of a life-long friend died at ninety-one. She was late to her last oncologist appointment because her son couldn't find her. She was down at the river four-wheeling in the mud. At that point she'd lived with cancer for several years, had had chemotherapy and was bald as a billiard ball.
A couple of years before that she and her granddaughter built a treehouse for her great-grands. When I visited she invited me to climb up with her but I passed on that.
There were also small tragedies and great losses at the end but when put into perspective of an active life it was clear that the balance lay on the side of vitality. If I could live with that independence and zest for wringing the last drop of joy out of life I would gladly walk in her shoes.
I am convinced that attitude is a large part of how content we are with our lives and I focus daily on keeping on the gratitude side. Should I lose that ability then I suppose I'll be willing to move on.
For my 90th birthday, I'm going to take a fist full of blue pills, not call a physician after 4 hours like it recommends in the commercials, and die in bed with a 20-year-old.
Viagra FTW!
The old joke was the best way to go would be to die at the age of 150, shot by a jealous husband...
Even in my 50s, I have slowed more than I thought I would but the good news is that it bothers me much less than I expected. My interest in a lot of exhilarating activities like back country skiing and white water kayaking really did run its course. A warm day fishing with good company isn't just what I settle for now; it is what I really want. One set of my late 80s relatives are incredibly happy and if my next 30 years gets me to where they are then there is no question that I would be looking forward to making it a few more and getting past 90. Another set has been really unhappy mostly because of declining health of one. But I don't think it is random luck; I think the other set would still be happy if one of them had declined.
In 2010 there were 1.9 million over 90 in the USA.
There have gotta be more than a few living a decent life.
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