The inevitability of death is – thankfully for most of us – a subject that we rarely give much thought to as we go about our daily lives. There are, of course, important exceptions. Those souls with a life-limiting prognosis, those that choose to end their lives prematurely, and perhaps folk in the final season of their twilight years. I am fortunately in none of these camps. Broadly speaking the former have a relatively brief period looking death squarely in the eyes, whilst I would hope the latter reflect on a longevity of life that never promised an endless existence. If you have read my earlier work on the subject of mortality and suicide you will appreciate that I have a measure of understanding of both.
I have – and hope you do too – many reasons for living to a ripe old age. My personal life goals are, amongst others, becoming a grandfather, traveling to many more points on the world map, reading those books I had always promised to, eating those things that
