Yearning is a powerful draw, C. Id hope a chap in the autumn of his years might raise a glass or two a while longer. Better the hard abused and a that.
I can however envisage a time when the feeling of absolute disengagement from it all might make that final journey a little easier. That and the feeling of pathetic hopelessness, as ones hoisted naked onto the shower stool daily by a huge, grinning Ghanaian nurse.