And claiming my previous "dibs" on 65. From Alone Again, Naturally, by Gilbert O'Sullivan:

In looking back over the years, / And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died, / Never wishing to hide the tears.
At sixty-five years old, / My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man, / She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me, / No words were ever spoken.
And when she passed away, / I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally .....