I'll admit to having my wife grab me by the ankles and pulling me back out from under the dash before...
As an aside though, to complete the OP's statement:
"I'm so old...." that watching relatives and friends pass on before me has gotten intolerable.
Almost gratefully, I can now realize there are but very few of either left alive now, in fact.
I'm so gun-shy about the subject though...pets about gut me when they pass, big name
folks I've met really bother me when they go....
I'm not really sure what my point here is, other than to wonder why the guy who's actually been
flatlined several times (me) remains while the others have mostly gone?
Sorry, I went morbid with this. Please resume jocularity, don't mind me....