Ecclesiastes 12:2, 5

When you get old, the light from the sun, moon, and stars will grow dark; the rain clouds will never seem to go away.

You will fear high places and will be afraid to go for a walk. Your hair will become white like the flowers on an almond tree. You will limp along like a grasshopper when you walk. Your appetite will be gone. Then you will go to your everlasting home, and people will go to your funeral.