File this one under the “yeah, didn’t see THAT one coming” heading... Steve Irwin – the infamous Crocodile Hunter – is no longer among the living. He was filming an underwater documentary and a stingray barb caught him in the chest (stingray barbs can be over two inches long, and yes, they’re poisonous). He was pronounced dead at the scene.
This man defied every logical notion I had in my body on a daily basis... walk in a swamp with a baby croc to find it’s mother... tip toe around a den of rattle snakes... hunt the world’s ten most deadliest snakes – for fun.
I want to say that I’m shocked that he’s dead. Not because he was legally insane, but because his work finally caught up with him.
I’ll give him this, though, he died doing what he absolutely loved. That’s awesome.