I had a horrific thought (to me anyway) the other day. My family is very long lived. My Grandfather died at 85, my grandmother at 84. They both still have siblings alive and kicking in their 90's.

I could have 30-35 years of this crap to deal with. Makes me shudder.

I'm not worried a bit about what happens after we die, I'm an anti-theist and I will just cease to exist. Which is comforting to me.

The manner in which I might go troubles me though. Quietly in my sleep would be nice but I don't have that kind of luck,