When I was a kid not all that long ago, we were so poor we had to borrow a match to light the candle we stole for my birthday cake. Then Uncle Ned was to be the hit of my party by giving the neighbor's kids a ride on his back. Then he had a heart attack and the medics were shocking his heart and trying to fend off the next riders who kept trying to get on his back.
The next year I was 16 and they skipped the whole thing and went to visit Ned's grave.
