Our gentleman friend was taking a nap one summer's day.
He arose a few hours later, and called out for his wife.
No answer. "Well, she must be out in the garden."
He got on his shoes, walked out to the garden path.
His wife had stumbled on the path stones while carrying some
freshly cut flowers up to the house. Her cutting shears had
pierced her heart. She had bled to death in her garden while he napped.
Carrying ANYTHING sharp while walking can result in a horrible accident, regardless of your age.