Don’t think he wants any. He died doing something he loved, honestly, I’m jealous.
For years I’ve told my kids I’d like to be 90 and killed by a cape buffalo, or eaten by a lion while hunting, as opposed to being remembered as a weakling in a nursing home with a diaper on.
For one thing, it would be a story everyone could remember me by.
Just make sure your kids don’t arrange a special hunting trip when you are about 70....
For years I’ve told my kids I’d like to be 90 and killed by a cape buffalo, or eaten by a lion while hunting, as opposed to being remembered as a weakling in a nursing home with a diaper on.
My goal, as a 90 yo, is to be the defendant in muliple paternity suits. The big smile on my face will turn the jury against me.