The best thing about your circa 1962 bathroom faucet kicking the bucket,
forcing you to the realization that you HAVE to buy yourself a new bathroom faucet, whether or not you just spent the annual GDP of some smaller third world country, or, to put it another way, your entire income tax return, getting a dangerous tree removed from your backyard,
is that if you're going to buy a new faucet you can't afford, damn it, then you might as well buy a SEXY new faucet. Maybe even one that, despite LOOKING circa 1940, actually ACTS like it was made in the 21st century.
(It helps if the new faucet is on sale.)