List Of Oldest People By Year Of Birth
Below is a list of the verified, to the standards of the Gerontology Research Group, Guinness World Records, or both; of the oldest people by year of birth. The person is usually, but not always, the last survivor by year of birth (see references below). Cases where that is not the case are marked with footnotes. Further information can be found on individuals without direct links in the "Records" and "Supercentenarians" sections under "Longevity" below. When possible, an entry has been provided for both the oldest man and the oldest woman of a particular year. For the living, only those who have been verified to have reached the age of 110 are included in this list.
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