I'm 73 and have actually done some death planning! I'm donating my hideous corpse to the local medical school. I had to fill in a load of forms and persuade my best pal to be the contact. When I pop my clogs they'll whisk me away - unless I'm too mangled or die of something contagious - and keep me for a few years of anatomy lessons. Once they're done with me I'll be cremated, and they'll put a plaque with my name on in their garden of remembrance.

Mum died at 90, which suddenly seems close. My big brother has dementia, my little sister is speed-running cancer. It's all focused my mind.

Edit to add I didn't expect to make it past 40. Sex and drugs and rock and roll...