I once had a book of paintings and photos of the Beatles called The Illustrated Beatles, and one of my favorites was the illustration for When I'm Sixty Four, which showed the boys at that advanced age, still colorfully-attired and grinning, but balding, chubby, wizened. Sad to think that only two of them will have the chance to reach that milestone. I feel about George's passing the same way I felt about John's. It's as if an old friend had died. I guess its because they were such public figures, so forthright, and because we grew up with them, going through many of the same pleasures, pain, and challenges.
So here's a toast to George and John wherever they may have gone, and one to Paul and Ringo, may they live long and happy lives.