I want lots of stupid people looking up to me in my old age, so I can dispense wisdom whenever I want.. They need to revere me.

I want smart people looking after my body so I can dispense my wisdom to these stupid people.

I want these stupid people to make some more smart people so I can continue doing my thing.

(several cycles)

it's a Follow Your Choice novel. Either everyone is too stupid to keep me alive, or they're smart enough to kill me for my estate,, or they're smart but don't need my estate, or....

Oh nevermind.