Well, this piece of news is a shitty way to end an otherwise lovely day:
“Crocodile Hunter” Steve Irwin, dead at age 44.
I know a lot of people thought he was too out there, too “over the top,” but I was a fan. I loved his passion and enthusiasm.
I suppose there is some consolation that he died doing what he loved, but it’s cold comfort when you think about how many more years he might have had and how much more he might have been able to do for animal conservation.
Well fare ye, Steve. I’m sorry you left us so soon.