Yes... I am devastated at the sudden death of the Crocodile Hunter.
When I saw the news, a lump grew in my throat. It is tragic, it is unexpected, and it is very, very sad. A freak accident where a sting-ray zips though his ribcage and pierces his heart - how utterly awful. (my ongoing fear of the sea is again justified.)
As I absorbed my small loss, I am ashamed to say that an odd thought crawled across my (now what I call) disturbing mind: "That sux...at least it could have been a crocodile."
But a stingray? I mean...if he had to go, I kinda think he would rather have been devoured by the "Jaws" of all crocodiles.
After all, he was the "Crocodile Hunter", not the "Stingray Slayer".
Somehow being stung by a large stingray does not not seem to really compare to being mauled in half by a mammoth reptile.
A man who prides himself on capturing crocodiles, canoodling with snakes, and skipping with alligators deserves something more. Something more dramatic.
Therefore, all I can do is salute and mutter "see yah later, alligator."
Suddenly, a whisper swims through the trees and paddles across the sea-blue sky, "After while crocodile."
Instantly, I am calmed in knowing the Crocodile Hunter is finally floating through...
...his "swamp in the sky".