When am I going to die? Or why I took as many at-home mortality tests as I could find.
When the Beatles contemplated turning 64, they worried whether someone would still be sending them a Valentine, birthday greetings, bottles of wine. When I turned 64, I worried about my "biological age," as measured in how long I could stand on one foot and whether I could sit down on the floor and get back up without using my hands. That's because in recent years there have been a slew of ...