Some people need to work for their mental well being, or self worth, or they really enjoy their job, or something. They lose their identity if they are suddenly no longer what they have always been. My mother was like that. There is nothing wrong with that if that is what a person likes. I like being worthless now. I'm no good for anybody. I serve no purpose, and I'm fine with that.I plan on working until the day I keel over dead, keep the family tradition going.