I was discussing something like this last night with a INTJ and INFP in a taco bell. When we get old, when pick a crowded mall, drop acid, pcp, speed, and whatever else we want and go crazy with uzi's.It's my dream to die at 90+ years of age in a massive shootout. I mean the kind where the nastiest bank robbers aren't met by police but by a gang of senior citizens in suspenders, armpit high pants, a cigar, and the "time to give a whole lotta pain" look on their faces. My 90+ wife will be there right by me with a shotgun and a cigar as well.
And if we run out of ammo, then we'll bust out our canes and show the world what real Kung Fu is.
I can't envision what my life might be like once I reach 40 or 50...and that scares me.