Murdoch can carry on with his mega-deals and family empire building for as long as he likes - some still think we may not have heard the last of his Time Warner bid, the biggest of his career so far.
Bosses also have a Phoenix-like way of rising from ashes which would have burned the rest of us to a cinder.
The disgraced Tony Hayward (57), he of the cataclysmic BP Bay of Texas disaster, is now re-born as Chief of Glencore Xstrata.
Stuart Rose (65) exited from M & S with hardly a glowing sales sheet but lands on his feet with Ocado, an invitation to review NHS management and is made a Lord by David Cameron.
There may be a boss near you to add to the list. It may even be your (ex-) boss.
When everybody else is told that forty is now reckoned to be the peak of our careers after which we can only look forward to attracting the Chief Exec's attention at the office Christmas Party or in the toilet, and a career move is reckoned to be certain death, unless we fancy becoming an aromatherapist in the Brecon Beacons, it does appear a little ironic (if you're in a sunny mood) or downright disgraceful (er, you're probably not).
More expensive than the 18 hour a day working young, apparently queuing up to have jowls relocated and foreheads ironed and doing a job where 'shareholder value' means you may not have it next month, the lot of the over-forties at work is not an easy one. Unless you're rich, impossibly well-connected and probably a man.
The 1% versus the rest of us again? It seems that these days we can't escape inequality wherever we look - it's even on a stained office carpet tile near our hot desks.