After humbly leaving the lucrative world of children’s parties, I joined the circus as a characterized bad guy running around popping children’s balloons. After doing that for 70 years my abilities were diminishing. At 90 I moved back in with my parents who were 120 at the time thanks to medical technology. I was able to start living a normal life and I was able to get a wife and kids around 110. After shattering my hand throwing the baseball around with my children at 120, I was put into a retirement home to die. At the age of 130 my children propped me up for this photo op.