You look into the sunset, knowing it's time. You have lived a long life, and you're 83 now. You take a deep breath, pushing yourself out of your rocking chair with creaky arms. You stumble towards the great pine tree, letting yourself rest on the ancient wooden bench beneath its shade. The wind blows for a moment, and a cone falls. Your time is up. It hits you, and you let out a gasp, before smiling in content. You must use your last breath wisely. "Yeet," you say, before closing your eyes for the last time. You died happy, exactly how you've always wanted to.
