Not quite sure what the takeaway is from the NY Times' eleven years later follow-up article on men in their 60's, 70's, and 80's having kids, other than that the original article's star dad, Tony Randall, died in 2004 at 84, leaving his barely-thirty-year-old wife and two small children.
Apparently, whenever you become a father, you just automatically assume you'll be around for the college graduations and weddings and grandchildren, even if you're pushing your own actuarial limits. Still, even now, when the kid asks about why people die, we always only ever seem to say that we'll be around for a long, long time. If you did make your own looming death a regular topic of discussion around the house, wouldn't it totally skew things?
"Eat your carrots, kid-o."
"No. When you're dead, I won't have to!"
On the upside, being old with nothing else to do gives you a lot of time to spend with the kid, so maybe it's one of those glass half full deals.