The proportions of things change with age.
My ex grandmother-in-law (??) was over ninety, sick in pains, and wanted to die. The family tried to cheer her up what little they could. "What if we go to the balcony and try to see the Halley comet, it's supposed to be visible
today! It passes earth only every 76th year!" "naaaah....I've seen it already...wasn't much.."
I'm not afraid of death, but of the couple of years before it. In what kind of a condition will I lie in what kind of a place suffering how much being a terrible burden to my children possibly destroying their feeble economy...
I can tolerate the years on cat food before that. Actually, the cat food years will start next year. Meoww.