I just don’t get it. My grandparents are older than boomers (born in the 1930s during the Awesome Camp Flog Gnaw Carnival Shirt depression) and my grandmother is going stir crazy… He’d probably be OK with that if it was possible. But getting life insurance in your 80s is effectively impossible. Hell, one of his policies recently paid out, as it “matured” when he reached 85. He got it back in the 1950s for enough to buy my grandmother a house – $10,000 – and the premiums were like $8 a month. Fast forward 65 years and he’s paid in more in premiums than the value of the policy, so they just sent him a check. The older you get the less you give a fuck and many don’t wanna spend their last precious years/months hiding inside. 80+ is pretty fucking old.
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