Ticking away
The moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours
In an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your hometown
Waiting for someone
Or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you don't see that as the start of a slope if you were to graph the chance of death at that age? It starts jumping precipitously after 65. And the new age of 67 just gets worse. I'm not sure what you're actual argument here is. The point of the graph is to not grind away your good years and find yourself trying to pack a lifetime of experiences into the years where you start playing hide and seek with Death. Your data doesn't show anything meaningfully different to the average person. If half of us are going to get thanos snapped, you're not going to call that something minor, easily avoided.