I fall and am unconcious, not able to move. Partner secures the area, calls for help - and in worst case scenario, shelters me and beats feet for help.
If I'm alone in first case, possible second, I call for help and wait, alone. In third case, I'm hosed - the chipmunks devour me and I am never heard from again until some hunters stumble across some bones 10 years later.
I will .
I once told my wife that when I'm old and decrepit, to drive me into a forest, drop me off facing west, and let me turn into bear poop.
I guess chipmunk poop isn't too bad an alternative. No nursing home for me, thank you very much. I'd hang myself with my catheter.