I've gotta tell a family story here. My ambition is to be just like my great-uncle. He was a tall Scotsman, a carpenter, and he enjoyed great health - built a new house for himself and his wife, from the ground up, when he was 85.
He had his "final illness" at 93. He was in bad shape and in the hospital, so I went to see him. As I entered the room he weakly motioned me over to the bed. He said "Sam, I've drank whiskey, smoked, and chewed tobacco for 80 years, and it's dam* nigh killed me!". I had to laugh, and he saw it was funny and had a good laugh, too. He died in his sleep that night.
You can't do much better than that, and in the meantime there's a lot of fish that need catching.
