Geez, Trace... I thought I was immortal. I don't give much thought to dying (other than to keep my things "in order" for my son and family). I watched Dad die a slow death in a nursing home after a stroke rendered him physically limited by mentally still quite alert. On the other hand my grandfather lived to be an active 95 and died a relatively quick death.
In my youth I thought I'd die from one of three things... an airplane crash (had two near misses in one day and stopped flying for two decades), a great white shark attack (despite 40 years of diving on their turf, they barely take notice of me) or a lightning strike (it came close twice).
Now I think I'll just retire (from being a divebum?) and move to some beautiful tropical area where I can spend the rest of my life diving in warm water surrounded by beautiful women (one of whom may give me a happy heart attack).
In my youth I thought I'd die from one of three things... an airplane crash (had two near misses in one day and stopped flying for two decades), a great white shark attack (despite 40 years of diving on their turf, they barely take notice of me) or a lightning strike (it came close twice).
Now I think I'll just retire (from being a divebum?) and move to some beautiful tropical area where I can spend the rest of my life diving in warm water surrounded by beautiful women (one of whom may give me a happy heart attack).