My wife's Great Uncle Hershey passed this week. He was 90 years old and very dear to both of us. He roller skated every year for his birthday until he was 86. Hershey owned a general store in Deep Ellum, Dallas during the Great Depression. A man of honor, a man of his word. He is one of the few people I know who fought the IRS and won.
Hershey has never taken any grief from anyone (outside his lovely wife, Thelma). He had no intent on changing and recently got into a fist fight at the home he was in and slightly fractured his hip. No one noticed and when he tried to get up the next morning, he put weight on it, fell and really broke it. As often happens in these cases, he got pneumonia and just couldn't pull through.
The way I see it... There are worse ways to go than going down swinging at 90.
R.I.P Uncle Hershey.