In August, 1983, when my fiancee was recovering from her surgery, a friend gave her a corn plant.
When she got out of the hospital, she and the plant came to my house and I took care of both of “them”. When she went to hospice, the plant went with her and I took care of them there. After she died, I brought the plant home and continued to take care of it.
Recently the plant started to get brown leaves and despite my best efforts, it died. I hoped it would sprout up from the roots, but it did not, so today I threw it out.
The plant lived for 35 years. My fiancee lived for 21 years.