I can cope with the white hairs, the wrinkles, the wavering strength and the taking ages to recover from even the slightest injury, but teeth are the worst aspect of getting older. I already have an absent molar, plus an implant, but I fear my cracked front tooth is on it’s way out. Damn I hate teeth. It’s the way they can’t repair themselves. The first signs of your body dying off. They really are such horrible reminders of mortality.