Crocodiles, Motorcycles and Redwoods

I'll miss that eccentric, excitable Crocodile Man Steve Irwin!  His voice got on my nerves, but his shows were always interesting and his attitude delightful.  He taught me a lot of facts that I may never have need of, in an entertaining way. 

Although his ticket out of this world was bizarre, it suited him perfectly.  He cashed in his ticket in the wilds of nature, doing what he loved, and was instantly gone before he could have felt a thing.  I would wish the same for everyone.

I had a close friend in high school named Jim.  He was the one riding his bicycle across a creaky footbridge with no rails, or riding his motorcycle along a precipice.  He preferred to walk along the tops of railings rather than on the sidewalk.  Danger thrilled him, made him feel the pulse of life running through his veins.  I went off to college and eventually heard that Jim had camped at the very edge of a cliff in California, and died on the rocks below.  After my burning grief cooled, I was grateful for his method of death.  It was ideal for Jim's spirit... daring, instant, and in his sleep.  He may have still been in his sleeping bag.

What's my ideal method of departure from this world?  I wonder.  I'm not the wild-animal-wrestling type.  I'm not a daredevil.  The "instant" and "asleep" aspects appeal to me.  Maybe I could just glide up and out of my body while hiking deep in a redwood forest.  A  large and loving Hand of Light could grab me up and take me to the next stop on my infinite adventure.  Or maybe I could glide out while napping under a redwood during a long hike.  That sounds just right for me.
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