Guy's a legend. Worked VERY hard in his early-to-mid life. Enjoys the fruits of his labor.
Playboy is dying, unfortunately. Thankfully, Hefner's time is quickly running out, in that he won't have to witness his empire crumbling. I mean, it already is, right?
In the past couple of decades, Hugh has seen all the broads he's been banging turn on him. Floozies, all. Naturally. Not that I imagine Hefner's some prince.
At his age, Hugh would require a cereal bowl full of Viagra and 30 minutes of sucky-sucky just to achieve a very floppy semi, so he's not likely smashing his wife Crystal's twat-o. Maybe she sits on his wrinkly grill. That'd be about it.