Well if we want to talk about death, that's fine with me. I've stared death in the face on more than one mountain. And Chuck, with his zombies and shower curtains, might chime in too!
But that's a separate topic from ageism. After all, death can happen at any point in life. By "ageism" I define that as a preoccupation with people's chronological ages. I have some friends who will look at a new person and immediately try to guess their age. And then once that person is out of earshot, they'll turn to me and ask, "How old do you suppose that person is?" I have a pat answer for this. I always say, "I don't know; I'm a poor judge of age." I simply don't think that way, and besides, people in the mountains look older than they really are because of sun damage to their skin.
I only have a limited amount of patience with people who go on and on about ages. But for people who use their age to keep from doing something, like my mother, I have even less. I'm trying to learn understanding and patience, and feel that that's the reason why she has come under my wing. But as far as Madonna putting down her guitar and microphone...I say, you go, girl! And if I'm in denial about death, so be it. Death will come, whether I deny it or not...so why not relax and enjoy living, I say.