I know it's a shock for his family but what a great way to go. I'd prefer that to a slow and lingering death.
Yep, I think he'd gone by the time he hit the ground or soon after anyway.
The Grim Reaper came for me once, but obviously decided to leave me be for a bit. It wasn't a scary experience, quiet peaceful in fact, so death itself doesn't scare me.
It's how we die that can be horrible, as we wouldn't let a dog go through what some people have to endure at the end.
That bugger in the high viz, white cap, clipboard and knife on the end of a big stick came for me as well, once upon a time.
Personally, I have no memory of hitting the deck like a shot doo but do remember waking in the back of the ambulance, wired to buggery, and reaching to stand up and take on the world.
No one knows what’s in store so, to paraphrase what others have said, procrastination is certainly the thief of time....