I life well lived

Life is short, life is long, depends who's life it is.
I knew a life once,
An old man when i met him, always the stubborn old fellow, refused to drive a car. He would travel to the pub on his horse and cart and get drunk and let the horse take him home, all his life the police would stop him and harrass him for being drunk in charge of a cart. When he died his funeral was so big that the police had to close roads off to allow his horse drawn coffin to get to the cemetary.