Senile

An old man goes to a doctor in town for his first physical. When the doctor asks him how old he is, the old man replies, “Oh, about 80, I reckon.”

The doctor looks at him skeptically. “That can’t be right. You don’t look a day over 50.”

“Well,” the old man replies, “I come from a long-lived family. That’s on account of our turkey hunting. Every morning, my father and I get up at four o’clock in the morning, get the rifles, and go hunting for wild turkey. It’s a hard morning’s work to be sure, but it keeps us in great shape.”

“Wait a minute,” the doctor says, “your father and you? How old is your father?”

“Well, let’s see now, I reckon he’s about 100 or thereabouts. Still gets up and hunts them turkey, just like my grandpappy.”

“And how old was your grandfather when he died?”

“Oh, he ain’t dead,” the old man says with a chuckle. “He just turned 125 this month past.”

Now the doctor raises an eyebrow. “Really? And I suppose he was up at four o’clock this morning hunting turkeys, too?”

“Nope. He’s getting married today.”

The doctor gapes at him. “Pardon my asking, but why the heck would a 125 year old man want to get married?”

The old man says, “Who says he wanted to?”