My ex-wife’s grandfather was still stacking hay bales on a wagon at 94. Smoked a pack of Chesterfield Kings every day from when he was 12.
He got caught the next year by a bale coming from the baler, and it knocked him off the wagon and broke his hip. He was gone in less then 18 months.
God bless this man, and may he work for as long as the spirit moves him.
Several relatives of mine have succumbed to ‘broken hips.’ I think it wasn’t so much the broken bones that killed them but the sedentary existence which constituted recovery. This resulted in serious muscle mass loss from which it is hard to recover at advanced ages.