Being old sucks

Being old sucks. My apartment owner is an old lady, Ilme. She has told me so many times that someone she knows had died.
And my mother has told me that you know you're old when you start looking for people you know in them...um...death notes (yeah, can't remember the proper word for it at the moment) in the paper.
Luckily for me, I don't know that many people.