Steve the Brave.

I'm shocked to read about the death of Steve Irwin this morning. Steve the crazy crocodile man, the Ozzie dude who exposed himself to the most dangerous animals and reptiles in the world, a modern day Crocodile Dundee.
Steve was filiming a documentary in the Great Barrier Reef and was struck fatally in the chest by a Stingray barb. Stingrays are big flat blobbish-looking ocean creatures known to be placid, harmless and sometimes even playful. Usually, only when provoked, they will shoot up their razor-sharp barb-tipped tails. These attacks are deadly but rarely result in actual death. The last time someone in Australia died from a stingray barb was in 1945.
It saddens me deeply, that a man who continuously played with his life in the face of the planet's most feared creatures, died under these bizarre circumstances. What are the chances of having a stingray barb pierce you right through the heart?
It just goes to show that no matter what you do with your life, destiny has a plan for you that no amount of crocodile-wrestling even can change. At least he died doing what he loved.
As much as I always squirmed and screamed, watching Steve on TV (with half my face hidden under the blanket or through fingers covering my eyes) was always an amazingly thrilling experience.
R.I.P. mate.