A life lived well is when your dry firewood outlasts you.When I was a kid, I would collect and split wood along with my father, grandfather, grandfather's BIL, and great-grandfather. Great-grandpop was 95, still keeping his fireplace going nearly 24/7 and living independently on 7 acres, when he broke a hip and passed within the year. Seemed like a good life to me. Unfortunately, dad and grandpop also died within 5 years of that... not so lucky. All of them left behind wood stacks!
My pop died with half a ton of coal still in the hopper.