Dying doing what you love

The great comfort to fans, friends and family of Steve Irwin and Peter Brock seems to be that they died doing what they loved.

Why is that a comfort?

When I die, I don’t want to be doing what I love – that would kind of wreck it for me you know?

It would mean dying before I finish the end of my current novel – how irritating would that be?!

I’d rather die doing something like the dishes after winning a national bridge tournament – or falling asleep and dying AFTER making love to my beloved – or karking it just as I’m about to sit down to doing budgets at work or paying bills or having a meeting with the teacher about my child’s bad behaviour or maybe popping my clogs just as I go out to finally clean the pool or clear the gutters or vacuum the carpet. But in the middle of doing what I love? Nup. That’s not for me.