My mom is always telling me she doesn’t know why she’s lived so long. I usually tell her she gives the rest of us hope of living out our lives without going batshit crazy. My dad died too long after being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. My siblings and I are are basically terrified that it’s going to happen to us, too.
But then there’s this guy, 95 years old according to the notes on the reference photo (thanks again, WetCanvas.org library), and still bathing himself and giving the hairy eyeball to young pipsqueaks who have the unmitigated gall to snap photos of him in his loincloth without so much as a by your leave.