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Originally posted by techweenie
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EDIT: one other comment. This 'died doing what he loved' thing irks me. When a guy burns to death in a race car, is having his flesh burned off "what he loved?" When a guy convulses and suffocates from a neurotoxin, is that "what he loves?" I think this phrase really applies best when death is instantaneous and not immediately anticipated.
In '87, I was snorkeling alone on the Great Barrier Reef when I encountered a lone sand tiger at about 3 meters out. Had the shark turned and attacked me instead of swimming past, I can assure you my last thoughts would not have been "oh well, this is what I love doing..."
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My comment was not so much about the particular circumstances of his death, but rather he was living his life doing what he loved and doing something that he thought was important. In other words, he wasn't phoning it in. What he was doing at the particular time of departure was rather irrelevant...