In my line of work, I cross paths with a lot of wealthy, elderly men (and women). At some point many of them come to grips with their own mortality and adopt a very healthy, pragmatic view on death and their own resources, and they start to think about what they would like to do with their money that's meaningful to them in terms of either the here and now, or their legacy. One of my favorite sayings from one of these old guys I worked with (who did pass away last year) is: "You never see a Brinks truck following a funeral procession."
But I sincerely hope Mr. Wilson ain't going anywhere soon, and we finally get that Lombardi trophy for him, the team and all of us.