"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt."
His son went outside and fired a shotgun in the air afterwards. He had known it was coming and was ready.
Personally I'd like to go out on my own terms as well. Though I've no idea when I'll be happy enough with what I've done to be 'ready' for such a thing.