Well, technically, at his funeral. This story of a son who paid an erotic dancer to perform before the coffin of his 103 year old father reminds me of the following scene from the end of the life of David as depicted in the Book of Kings:

1.1 Now king David was old and stricken in years; and they covered him with clothes, but he got no heat.

2 Wherefore his servants said unto him, Let there be sought for my lord the king a young virgin: and let her stand before the king, and let her cherish him, and let her lie in thy bosom, that my lord the king may get heat.

3 So they sought for a fair damsel throughout all the coasts of Israel, and found Abishag a Shunammite, and brought her to the king.

4 And the damsel was very fair, and cherished the king, and ministered to him: but the king knew her not.

If anyone feels compelled to celebrate a ritual of regeneration at my deathbed or funeral, I would prefer a loop of scenes from Doctor Who.