Mbah Gotho
He doesn’t look a day over 120.
Doubt it. Forgot to carry the 1. Or carried the one that wasn’t there.
I sorry but I don’t believe this. I suspect he’s Mbah Gotho Jr.
I can certainly imagine. This is going to become more common,
living to what we would call an extreme old age. Many will consider their options. I’m not judging anyone on the topic, at least not right now, but I know if more than a few super-centarians begin to exist, chances are some will be clear enough in their minds to make their wishes known.
Some will want to stay for the ‘last inning of this double header’ whenever it should conclude, while others will decide when to say ‘game over’ and mean it.
This is the population I first think of that would benefit from driverless cars or buses, once they become reliable, senior citizen accessible and affordable.
In 1993 in my Vietnamese Language parish an old woman died. Several of the old women approached me after mass and told me I had to come to the funeral and burial, that this was the woman the grandmothers called grandmother. So, of course, I went. She was born in 1880 and had a French birth certificate which was framed and set up beside her picture in the foyer of the church. I remember her as truly tiny, maybe 4’5” and at best 75 pounds. She had worn her calf length hair in the traditional Vietnamese style wrapped in a cloth tube and wound about her head and had the also traditional black enameled teeth. She came to America when she was 97.
If true he was thirteen years old when Krakatoa went off and seventy years when the Japanese invaded Indonesia (Dutch East Indies then).
Guess they don’t believe the Bible’s account of Methuselah. This man is not even close.
If I saw that in a mirror I would want to die too. He looks like death warmed over.