i look forward then to you never snivelling into your bedding as you contemplate another night of lying in a soiled bed as no one bothers to visit you and no one cares about you when you're auld and grey.
You'll be dead far before me. I might go and piss on the paupers grave site.
Not going to happen to me, at 75 I'm going to coke my head off. With all the money I've made by working hard.