More precisely, old, ugly, disenfranchised, poor orange haggis. And, if we are old, ugly, disenfranchised, poor orange haggis, that will apparently be okay when we’re dead, but maybe not so good for our future.
Maybe we should just pour the beer on the cornflakes and call it a draw?
That may be the irony of your life, but I’ve met quite a few people who have no such goal in mind. They hold age to be very important, and social status, and put a mild stress on appearance. From those things, some people form almost their entire opinion on others.
I disagree that this is a universal irony, and prehaps that it is even ironic at all. Its about as ironic as using an umbrella, then going to take a shower after one arrives home.