I guess I cant post HTML yet, but check out the first two verses of "Free Four" by Pink Floyd.. It kind of sums it all up.. Kind of morbid..
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The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.
Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.