I've been thinking more about it, and i really dont want to be a really old man. It would kill me knowing i couldnt take care of myself, knowing i have done all that could be done, lingering my remaining years as a smelling, crippled old man. I think i would want to die around the age of 45, before i get over the hill.
For some reason when I was little I wanted a birthday cake with 100 candles on it...now the amount of candles on a cake is know big deal. As long as I still have the ability to blow them out.
I agree with George... HOWEVER.... Old folkies never die. They just get mellow. I'm not going to die.
i'd like to live forever. realistically speaking though , i dunno... old. old old old... i wanna live forever.