Sep 04, 2006 10:30
Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, died yesterday, the victim of a freak stingray attack of all things. It's not as though this wasn't completely unexpected, as he was a bit of a daredevil, but it is somehow very sad. I joked about him numerous times, about something like this happening (usually involving his trademark "Crickey!"), and now that it actually happened...it's sad. Really sad.
Perhaps it's was that he was a lot of fun to watch, he had a certain charm and funness to him. Maybe it's because he has a wife and two young kids. Maybe I see all that he did in the name of conversvation, of protecting the enviroment, and I wonder how much more he could have done. He was only forty-four years old...
For some reason, this seems to have struck home with a lot of people. It shouldn't have happened, not like this, he knew what he was doing despite varied close calls (it wasn't like Timothy Treadwell, the "Grizzly Man", who was seriously overconfident). It was a freak accident, a simple 'wrong place, wrong time', and in an instant, he was gone. I couldn't believe it when I read it, I had to see it on IMDB before I believed it. There's just something unremittingly sad about it.
I should probably go try and sleep now. I don't know if I can, though...