On Thanksgiving my wife made an especially insightful observation.
We had hosted - just a very small four person gathering - and after our guests had left/gone to sleep on the futon, we headed to bed ourselves. When we go to the bedroom Laura made her deep insight:
"We're old," she said, " - they put coats on our bed."
And it was true. You know you've reached a different stage of life when the spot designated for the coat pile is your bed.
Another person said that she
Cut her own head off with a knife
I think that would have been too hard
Not the best way to end your life