My grandfather played crown green bowls into his nineties. When yet another much younger man dropped dead on the green he finally said he was giving up because he did not want to upset his fellow bowlers. he went down hill from that moment on ending in a care home. When he died they wanted to do a post mortem because they said he should not have gone but we knew he had given up living when he had given up his bowls - moral of storey, be blowed to your fellows, keep following your pleasure.