My grandparents lived very simple lives in very simple homes. Both sets. They all lived into their 90s and all but one died at home.
(I had written a lot more but deleted it this morning, on 10/6/14. After rereading the post again, it sounded so callous to me. Not at all what I intended, which was love and compassion and admiration for my grandparents who I cared so much about. I don't know where my head was when I wrote it or maybe my head was in an overly sensitive place last night when I read it again for the first time in five months, but either way, it didn't accurately represent what I feel. I'll try again with it soon.)