That's what my dad thought when he retired at 60. He died later that year.
That must have been brutal, as I've just experienced my first death where it hits home. My mother collapsed and died Wednesday night there. Blood clot to the lungs. The longest two days I've ever experienced in life.
Ambulance arrived what appeared 5 minutes after she died. They arrived quite swiftly within 15 minutes but it was all so sudden. They must have spent what appeared like 15 - 20 minutes trying to revive her. There were blips but it wouldn't hold and all the adrenaline was used up from their kits. Once I saw the lady pull out the stethoscope, I knew it was game over and the way she looked at me before telling me. "Sorry."
It hurts even just typing this and with the undertaker here this morning dealing with the forms.
I can only imagine how these ambulance crew must feel everytime they've to try to deal with someone's death that they cannot bring back to life. That must be heavy, as I could see it in her face.