When my grandmother was in her eighties,
she decided to move to Israel.  As part of
the preparations, she went to see her doctor
and get all her charts.  The doctor asked her
how she was doing, so she gave him the
litany of complaints -- this hurts, that's stiff,
I'm tireder and slower, etc., etc., etc.

He responded with, "Mrs. Weiss, you have
to expect things to start deteriorating.  After
all, who wants to live to 100?"

My grandmother looked him straight in the
eye and replied, "Anyone who's 99."