From the brilliant War Games, which I watched again recently:
Jennifer: Can’t you write to him or call him somehow?
David: Nah, he’s dead.
Jennifer: He’s dead?
David: Yeah. Here, look: here’s his obituary.
Jennifer: He wasn’t very old.
David: No, he was pretty old. He was 41.
Jennifer: Oh yeah? Oh, that’s old.
My only consolation is that Jennifer and David are turning 50.