Also, I mean, look capitalism hurrah! and all, but goddamn, BUY CONSUME DIE isn't a cheery, pastel lifestyle. It's at best, a necessity in a world with few other viable options. Shit might as well be a lighthearted attempt at mapping out your end-of-life planning.
Age 60 (cheery graphic of grandma baking cookies): Begin pondering the inevitability that you're living on borrowed time.
Age 63 (graphic of kid sitting, talking with grandpa): Wonder constantly if family is visiting simply to remind you to put them in your will
Age 65 (happy poop emoji): Have a bowel movement without thinking "what if I die here, god please let me at least have enough time to pull up my pants"
Age 68 (couple in bed): Wake up without the fading dreams of death chasing you down a shrinking corridor lingering in your morning memory