My retirement plan is a jetpack crash

I want to live to age 106, but can afford to make it only to about 58. By then, jetpacks should have been invented, and been commercialized enough that CostCo sells them, online, at a good price. I’ll buy one, and learn how to use it only enough to fly really high and crash into the 26th floor of a city office building.

I’ll fall to my fiery death but people can say, “Well, she died doing what she loved – distracting people from their work.”