Reminds me of an old joke my HS band director told. Person dies and joins the Heavenly Orchestra playing cymbals. Had a three hundred year rest. Two hundred, two hundred fifty years went by, two seventy-five, he raises his cymbals. Then, a huge hand points to him and a thunderous voice intones, “DONT’T RUSH.”
When I was young I would look at my bedroom window less than a foot from my bed that would have frost encrusted on the inside. 72 and still going.