You know what’s kind of frightening? Slipping and falling in the shower. I know because I just did it. I stepped weirdly, I guess, and then my feet were doing this tap dance of panic and then down I went. I remember thinking, “I hope I don’t break my neck or become otherwise incapacitated, especially since I’m home alone. Then I’ll have to lay in the shower whimpering until someone comes home and finds me naked and with extremely pruney fingers and toes.”
Luckily, I managed to only bump my knee. But Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman are now making Walter Matthau/Jack Lemmon-esque old man movies about squeezing the most out of life. That’s kind of depressing to me.