He's dead. She's dead

Agree about the “arms jabbed &noses poked” getting boring. Here, the video clips are so old & stale that the “poke-ees”are wearing short shorts & tank tops! Mizmo, I like your survivor attitude!
 

Yup! All me heroes are dead. The Lone Ranger and his trusty companion, Tonto are dead! Johnny Cash is dead. Hank Williams is dead! The Cisco Kid and Puncho are both dead. Waylong Jennings, Merle Haggard and Marty Robbins are dead. So is Johnny Horton, Lefty Frizzel and Ernest Tubb. Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys are all gone. Also, Patsy Cline, Jim Reeves, Jimmie Rodgers from Meridian, Mississippi and Roger Miller smoked himself to death. Even Lassie, the dog, Roy Rogers' horse, Trigger and the Lone Ranger's horse, Silver are history. From Canada, Wilf Carter, Stompin' Tom Connors and Lucille Starr are all gone like that gray goose! Gee! One of these days I too will be gone. I wonder if anyone will "give a hoot?" Life just ain't fair!
 
Just spent some time googling classmates, and acquaintances. The score isn't good. There were only 8 guys in my HS class. 4 have passed, and only 2 are known to be alive. A good Navy buddy just vanished in 1976-never heard from again. And most of my acquaintances have posts about their XYZ disease. Apparently, you don't have a legitimate disease unless it has three lettres.
 

Gary O' said:
Yeah, not many left to answer to....

Around 12 years ago, I wrote something to a forum guy that'd just turned 50
He was depressed....asking me what's next


Here and Now

So, here I am, on the wrong side of sixty, weird things growing, wiry hairs, warts, splotches, odd indefinable patches, moles the size of gophers, and that’s just on my hind end.

I’ve got good hearing, but only in one ear.
It's why we have two of most everything.

Vision is going south. Reading glasses are strategically laid throughout the house, cars, tackle boxes, and shop.
It’s not a serious issue just yet, but need to demonstrate more patience when trying to get the neighbor’s hibachi to fetch.

I make little noises when I commence to get outta my lay z boy.
I notice that those same noises will emanate from my wretched larynx when I commence to sit in said lazy boy.
Speaking of larynxes, I find that throat clearing takes several tries…like starting an ol’ model T.

I have partial recall, and even that is a struggle.

I can put on 157 lbs in 13 minutes, just from sniffing a bran muffin.

After sixty, while you slumber, a pubic hair can grow the length of 3 feet…on the pointy part of your ear lobe.

Things grow, and things that were already there will up and move

‘Doc, take a look at whatever that is on my left knee.’
‘Gary, that’s just your right testicle.’
‘BTW, when’s the last time I ran my finger up your pooper?’

When in your 60s you must learn the difference between the words colostomy and colonoscopy…it’s important when checking in.

Of a morning, you’ll look in the bathroom mirror, and find a goblin looking back.
So just comb back your ear hair and greet the day.

Self-keeping becomes secondary.
‘Honey, there’s a puffed wheat in your mustache.’
‘Oh…..so?’
‘We had puffed wheat two weeks ago.’
‘And your point, dear?’

By sixty your underwear from high school has finally given up the ghost, so you retire the little strands of elastic,
but consider the frugal acquisition of 12 headbands.

You discover your new fresh (actually brilliant white) briefs are quite the contrast to the occasional poop stain
…of which is no longer so occasional……poop cake can become a concern.

Oh, and you discover you no longer have a hind end.
It has gingerly crept up and nestled onto your lower back, leaving you with just a six inch line and a tuft of hair.

The fire in your eyes is now just pain recognition.
Speaking of fire, get wunna those birthday candles that doesn’t blow out.

It’ll help you keep the fire.
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you are hilarious, your musings make me laugh. Thank you
 
DaveA said:
Fuzzy, I'll be 88 next week and believe me - - - -it doesn't get any better.
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I think the passing of acquaintances is something in life you have to face. I have been googling old friends, and the score card keeps getting worse. It's amazing. One buddy just "vanished", Then there's cancer. I don't mean this thread to be depressing as much as "informative"(?).
We all have a definite part in history. But Robin Wren is right.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
BTW, those are fake names, didn't want to use my friends' real names. on the net. I know it's a fact that we weren't here before we were born, and we won't be here after we die. But when you start going down your list of friends, and it's "Oh, he's dead", "Yeah, she's dead". To me, it's like bits of your world is gone. I'm sorry to sound so "uncheery". We're supposed to be always happy and optimistic, but we have to face it. We are seniors.
To me, even sadder than death is to hear so many with dementia.
Talk about your happy posts!!!!!!
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It seems that several of the front men or vital parts of many alternative rock bands have died from various things most of which include overdoses or suicide and even one or two murdered. These were young men and a few women most under 40 and some in their 20s. I guess I will just have to be grateful that I made it thus far at 71. Sometimes I thought I might not.
R.I.P. for your friends. I am missing some too. Life can be kind of fragile.
 
But their souls aren't dead. Consciousness lives on and they are in a better place. Check out YouTube's NDE near-death experience testimonies. Some nut cases, but mostly stone sober believable people giving hope. Get into it, and go deep. there is so much out there than we will ever know.
 
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