As quite a few trainers are 65+, many would actually retire and not have to work their asses off anymore!
Certainly all of these well spoken ladies and gents would be equipped to develop talents to enter any new career.
As for me? I suppose I'll round up a half dozen confident fellas, practice up a male dance revu shakin' the wild lasso to the greatest disco hits of yesteryear - a village people tribute and beyond - then load up the posse in a 1992 Dodge Caravan mini van to hit the assisted living/senior homes. Imagine all the mature grannies cashing their social security at the bank in singles to tuck old George Washington's picture in those manly G-strings.
Obviously, I'm prepared for the end of the horsemen daze and, as a matter of fact, am just now taking a break from working on our Christmas elf extravaganza hip-shakin, hoochi-koochie show at Peaceful Acres rest home.