Uh, in my world...
26: Establish a career with a future. Ignore friends, family, and social gatherings in favor of hunting the almighty dollar.
75: Retire a bitter shell of a man.
85: Plot revenge on those snotty little bastards who keep parking in my space, even though I don't have a car anymore, nor is the state foolish enough to let me have my licence back.
87: Declared mentally unstable after assaulting a wandering missionary with my cane screaming "Don't lecture me about "the end is coming soon" you son of a bitch!"
90: Decide to get even with a world that shunned me by refusing all efforts to get me to take my medication. Attack the nurses with my walker while yelling things from back in my day like "I pity the fool who tries to take my temperature!", "Are you threatening me?!?" and "Neo ain't takin' the blue pill, DAMMIT! I want OUT of wonderland!".
Listen to old CDs of 80s music at high volume. Get half the nursing home howling for my blood.
105: Die. Remembered fondly (sorta) as "That stubborn old bastard in Room 3C". In honor of my demise, the nursing home plays "Don't Fear the Reaper" one last time before burning my music collection. The world breaths a sigh of relief as one of the last yuppies disappears of the face of the earth...
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