My next door neighbor died of a heart attack at 66. I saw him outside probably 10 times in the 12 years we lived next to each other. And 5 of those he was getting the mail. He watched TV or sat on his tablet almost every waking second. He was retired for 10 months. He was a jerkass but in his widow's mind, he was born with wings and a halo. He went to the store once a week, never went out for supper, never left town. He had the definitive boring life.
