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Obligatory Reaction Post
Sep. 4th, 2006 05:43 pmWhen I was in high school, my mom and I used to watch Crocodile Hunter after school together. She teaches biology, so it was kind of fascinating to her. About halfway through, one of us would go off to start dinner and the other one would call commentary from the study about whichever dangerous animal he was courting death from that day. He was so passionate about his work, and he seemed indestructible, you know? Like he could run around wrestling all these incredibly dangerous animals, but he still was going to die in his sleep at age 95 or something.
And then he goes and dies in a freak accident involving a stingray. WTF is up with that, universe?
This morning, I told her what I'd learned from the internets in the wee hours of the morning, and the first words out of her mouth were, "What ate him?" Then, she said, "Oh, he's got two small children, doesn't he? That poor family..." I told her what I knew, and we just sat and were quiet for a minute, and then we got back to work fixing lunch, because that's what you do.
I would say I hope he rests in peace, but this is Steve Irwin we're talking about, and I suspect he would find a peaceful afterlife an exquisite form of torture. So, as I read elsewhere, I choose to hope that somewhere in Heaven there is a mud pit full of cranky crocodiles that need their toenails clipped. It's what Mr. Irwin would have wanted.
And then he goes and dies in a freak accident involving a stingray. WTF is up with that, universe?
This morning, I told her what I'd learned from the internets in the wee hours of the morning, and the first words out of her mouth were, "What ate him?" Then, she said, "Oh, he's got two small children, doesn't he? That poor family..." I told her what I knew, and we just sat and were quiet for a minute, and then we got back to work fixing lunch, because that's what you do.
I would say I hope he rests in peace, but this is Steve Irwin we're talking about, and I suspect he would find a peaceful afterlife an exquisite form of torture. So, as I read elsewhere, I choose to hope that somewhere in Heaven there is a mud pit full of cranky crocodiles that need their toenails clipped. It's what Mr. Irwin would have wanted.
