In 1993 at my Vietnamese language church there was a funeral that the old ladies all insisted that I must attend. it was for the “grandmother of grandmothers.” I didn’t know the significance of that epithet until I saw the picture on the coffin with her dates. 1880-1993. She was no more than 4’10” and 75 pounds. When Thuy came to America she was already 100 years old. This year a fellow in the parish celebrates his 102nd birthday. Het is still pretty healthy and says it is because he avoids doctors.
Methuselah finally went to see a doctor just before he died.
At 969 years of age, he was thinking of marrying his 19th wife, a very young, voluptuous woman. (She was a babe.)
The physician told him to avoid sex. So on their wedding night, they decided he would sleep downstairs and she would stay upstairs.
In the small hours, he finally couldn’t help himself any longer so got out of bed and started creeping up the stairs, in the dark, and bumped into his bride coming down the stairs.
She said, “What are you doing, husband?”
He replied, “I am coming up to die.
“What are you doing wife?” he asked.
She replied, “I was coming down to kill you.”
Then it started raining.