PS: Ian Fleming always said that he would die of having lived too well. "I was born with one foot in the grave," he always said of his health. He drank and smoked and lived to excess every day of his life. Feeling poorly in the late summer of 1964, he insisted on driving down to his beloved golf club, Royal St. Georges in Kent, to try and pull himself out of his downward spiral. He spent his days staring out his bedroom window at the sea in total misery. He died shortly after midnight, August 12, 1964.