I gave Nigerian development engineer a ride from a place of work to his house. At the point when we showed up he welcomed me in to meet his family and have some real Nigerian food. Inside, I met the uncle. The uncle was very disheartened, and disclosed to me that his some-number-of-incredible granddad had passed on. He showed me an image of an exceptionally old person, full head of hair past his shoulders, arm around his wife, both getting a charge out of cigarettes and a glass of a few (I'm certain) grown-up drink, and both with smiles from one ear to another. They looked so glad I was jealous. At any rate, the discussion was like this:
UNCLE: One day he was fine, the following day he was unable to get up all alone. At the point when he heard he was passing on he rejected treatment. He needed to get it over with. He died three days subsequent to getting the news.
ME: What did he died of?
UNCLE: Lung malignancy and liver failure. If he had not chain-smoked for his entire life and drank so a lot, he would in any case be alive.
ME: How old would he say he was?
UNCLE: 102.
He was made due by his wife of 101. Who smokes and also drinks.
Presently, this story happened around seven days ago. The explanation I compose it today is on the grounds that I saw the engineer yesterday, and he revealed to me the spouse died in her rest — two days after her husband — and it turned out to be considerably more meaningful.