There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, / And drinking largely sobers us again.

Affaires of state […] seemed rather to stand at a stay.

A tree came down and hit me on the head.

Personally, I like to imagine him, beturtlenecked and in jeans—perhaps with fuzzy bunny slippers replacing his usual sneakers—giving a keynote presentation to his friends and family, updating them on the status of Steve over the last quarter, and explaining to them all the new features that come with turning 54 (And then your knees just give out—boom.)