you know, when a man like steve irwin dies, i just can't shake off that uneasy feeling that dogs my heel. it's not as if he is my all-time hero and idol, or that i watch his shows religiously, or that he has inspired in me a burning love for crocodiles, but there's just something about iconic characters like him that affects the mood barometer of the world with their passing.

it's just all quite sudden, because he's one of those guys i'd think would be able to come out of a lion's den alive (which, if you think about it, he probably did). the kind of guy death would come really close to ensnaring, but never quite so. crocodiles, lions, tigers, sharks, huge whales, no problem. floating around the great barrier reef, accidentally scares a stingray, gets whipped in the heart by the aforementioned stingray's tail, dies instantly. it's kinda like travelling the world eating snake's venom and centipedes and ice-blended rats and then dying of food poisoning eating mother's home-cooked porridge with chye sim. but i guess it's a befitting death, unexpected and close to nature, like the man himself.

rest in peace, steve irwin. i will keep the tapes of your documentaries in good condition.

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