The 20th century died yesterday at the age of 114.
It was a rich and at times joyous life, though not without tragedy.
At 14, 20thC, got involved in a grotesque act of adolescent impetuousness.
By 18, it had worked it through its system, though the costs to others were incalculable.
Several good years followed, but then it its late twenties it faced a not untypical period of career angst resulting in severe depression.
It limped through its thirties only to confront a horrific mid-life crisis at the age of 39, again with disastrous consequences for others, which lasted for nearly six years.
After that it spent its fifties living conservatively, turning a blind eye to much that it should have addressed.
Its sixties saw a late flourishing. You could argue that 20thC began to find itself in its late sixties, becoming increasingly liberal and realising an amazing technical achievement at the age of 69.
Its seventies gave way to a period of late expression, as did its early eighties. It confronted many of the mistakes of its past and its attitudes to people, though some issues were never resolved.
By its nineties 20thC had retired and spent much of its time on the sofa, watching TV, playing video games and fiddling with its mobile phone.
From 100 onwards it found the joy of the Internet and social media, which really kept it going.
And then on Wednesday, August 12, 2014, the same day that Robin Williams and Lauren Bacall died, the 20th Century passed away.
Its sole survivor, now an impetuous parentless adolescent, is the 21st Century. What now?