I plan to die when I’m between 40 to 50 years of age. I have no desire for immortality or to whither away. I want to die while I am still able to use my body to its fullest. I imagine meeting my death doing something I love. One possibility is that I would ride my bicycle up a mountain, like L’Alpe d’Huez, and on the way down my brakes fail. Then, I would try to stay upright as long as I can before plummeting downwards.
How about you? When do you plan to die and why?
Let me guess, you’re in your early 20’s?
How did you know?
I figure with the way I eat/drink/screw/etc I’ll be lucky to make 30. Ahh hedonism, how I love ye.
So you’re only here on earth to enjoy yourself? Interesting. Please get back to us in 30 years and let us know how your plan is working out. By the way, I’m 52 and I haven’t begun to wither, at least not the last time I checked. I have more to say, but I’ve gotta call the cops on a bunch of young whippersnappers playing loud music in front of my house.
Shot at age 98 by a jealous-with-cause husband, on the rise, as it were. 
If life is not for enjoyment, then what is the meaning of life?
Dude! With the advances we are making in medical science and taking care of ourselves better, when you get to be between 40 and 50, your biological clock will probably (barring any life threatening diseases, of course) have you at age 25 or 30!
You really wanna call it quits that early???
Additionally, (and I don’t lknow who said it) but once we are born, we begin the process of dying anyway.
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40 is the decade of achievement. You’ll start making decent money and be able to take longer vacations and enjoy your home and family. I’m 42 and still have a lot of things that I want to do.
I’m thinking I’ll make it into my late 80’s.
I haven’t heard of these “fountains of youth” you speak of. I would be afraid to undergo these treatments that would mess with our natural biological clocks.
I will call it quits when my body does not allow me to do the things I enjoy. I don’t wish to end my life in a wheelchair and requiring care around the clock.
There’s the catch. As you mature, you’ll enjoy different things. You may even get old enough to enjoy golf.
Oh.
Okay.
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But it’s not like you are going to be doing the tour de france at age 49, then suddenly be unable to get onto a bike at age 50. Aging is gradual, so at what point do you decide to call it quits?
Hoping for death in your 40’s or 50’s is hoping to work until the last day of your life.
Golf! :eek: That game bores me to hell. I don’t even consider it a sport.
That’s where the element of chance comes in. After you ride up enough mountains, your brakes are bound to fail sometime. That’s why I gave a range of when I would like to die because you never know.
I would relectantly concede defeat at the age of 120. But I’d still be trying to convince death to give me five more years.
Only someone 20 would consider 40’s or 50’s and age where you are whithering away.
A few years ago I would have said I didn’t want to live past 30. I will be 20 next month and am thinking of starting to revise that figure upwards. :rolleyes:
Although I still feel like I don’t want to live in a nursing home staring blankly at a tv screen for the last decade of my life. I worked in a nursing home for a year, I had to stop when i kept getting nightmares about being 90, alone and incontinent.
I’m in my mid-twenties, but looking around at my older relatives and seeing what sort of shape they’re in, I’ve got a pretty good feeling about the next, oh, sixty years of life, at least. My aunts, uncles, and mother are all very physically active in their late forties and fifties, most previous generations made it into their 80s with no problems, and one of my great-grandmothers lived to 102.
So, I’m thinking Death will have to pry this life out of my cold, dead hands.