I have highlighted the reason in colored font for you slow motherfuckers.
From the NY Post today.
New York City's oldest resident, Staten Island supercentenarian Jane "Jenny" E. Gilsenan, died yesterday in the Presentation Convent Mother House in Woodrow. She was 111.
Gilsenan was one of the oldest people in the world.
"I'm lucky to live as long as I have so far," the super-centenarian told the Post in February from her home in a Staten Island convent. "I had nothing to do with it. It was wished on me."
Gilsenan never married and is survived by many nieces and nephews, and grandnieces and -nephews.
Gilsenan's death comes a day after the death of the nation's oldest person, Mary Josephine Ray, 114, who died in her sleep Sunday. Just a few hours later, Daisey Bailey, who was 113, died in Detroit, as the US's second oldest person.
The funeral for Gilsenan will be held today at the Casey-McCallum-Rice Funeral Home.
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Ah-Ha! You pinned the tail on the donkey...
God Bless her. Not having to care for another human being 24 hours a day, most likely did contribute to her longevity. Just looking for a spouse's keys, cellphone, underwear and socks every morning can kill you. If it wasn't for women, most men would be naked and keyless. Great post!
Awesome. It is in the genes for sure.
Lori,
Your comment made me laugh. Naked and keyless indeed.
Too too true. I have probably eliminated 5 years off my life being married to my husband. Problem is that I lost 20 years worth of will to live.
Bad day for really, really profoundly old people, eh?
Jeannie,
That is fucking funny. I hear you, babe. Been there.
Sending love,
SB
Ms. Moon,
Yes, they are dropping like damn flies.
Back in my nursing home days we referred to this as "spring cleaning".
Melly Mel,
That is fucking funny. It won't be when I am old, but it is now.
Love you!
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