I live in ultra-super-duper-high-cost San Diego and have never lived more inexpensively nor (given current health circumstances) more happily. My neighbor manages a local supermarket so anything and everything that's nearing expiration winds up in the freezer I had to buy to take care of the overload, mostly ribeyes, which is great, since I'm keto almost carnivore.
Housing? I rent a room from a nice woman for 25% of my monthly social security payment. No home repair bills, no nothing like that. I'm fairly disabled but still able to go (adaptive) surfing five, six, sometimes seven days a week. The water is seven minutes away from my room, by minivan. Around town, I go everywhere by electric bike. I've got enough money saved to live in a more opulent fashion but why would I? At my age? Given my health? Given my current state of ease and happiness?
LTC expenses? Forget about it. What do you think that tank of hydrogen is doing in my closet, god willing I still have the strength and commitment come the time?
Cremation costs? Burial costs? Get serious. I signed up for a UCSD program whereupon it gets notified upon you breathing your last breath, then sweeps in, then sweeps out with your mortal remains, and off to the teaching hospital "you" go, free of any costs at all, bingo bango, done done.
anyhow, those are the circumstances and those are the plans. how it all turns out is anyone's guess. and onward i wobble.