I'd rather eat all the disgustingly unhealthy stuff I like and live happily for 65 years than eat a bunch of stuff I don't like, that may have some health benefit, so that I have the chance to live unhappily for 75 years. That doesn't sound like a good trade-off to me.
65 is getting a bit too close to the bone for me. I think I can do a healthy 80 and get killed in an avalanche skiing powder. Anyway, I swallowed the kool-aid years ago and gave up the crap food for unlimited meat, vegies, red wine and BUTTER.
I'm with you guys. I'll either die happy at 65 or die happy at 100.
My fantasy going out with a bang scenario is standing on the cornice at Mammoth Mountain ready to leap, and just as I push off, Mammoth errupts and launches me into space. What a way to go!
Oh, and for breakfast that morning I had the usual pre-ski breakfast of aspirin, beer, and scrambled eggs and bacon. Yum. Not only tasty, but totally therapeutic for old knees and getting the rhythm going.