I tend to see it your way, too. But the OL doesn't.
Also, it doesn't matter how old one is, really, because at my healthy age of 39, I can easily get hit by a truck tomorrow (on the way to the Triumph shop).
"Can't Take it With You" would be inscribed on my headstone. (Which reminds me of a recent cartoon in the New Yorker, showing some newly dead guy crossing through the Pearly Gate with his BBQ grill and his golf bag. If only the Triumph doesn't weigh so much...)
