There used to be a family joke about being duct taped in a chair and fed oatmeal when we became old…
Ernest Cline: If Nostradamus Were A Guidance Counselor, from the book The Importance of Being Ernest
Then they'll stick your generic ass in some tomb of a retirement community where you'll live out the remainder of your empty pathetic life,
using denture cream,
battling Alzheimer's Disease,
eating mushy carrots three meals a day,
watching Andy Griffith reruns,
and begging your nurse to kill you.