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I guess this has become one of those things everyone has to comment on. All I’ll say, maybe, is that stingrays are the badasses of the sea. This guy stabbed a thousand crocodiles with sticks, taunted sharks and badgered snakes, and none of them could do a damn thing about it. He spooks one stingray and the thing turns round and stabs him through the goddamn heart with a poisonous, serrated barb, killing him. I mean, damn.

Posthumourously…

“If something ever happens to me, people are gonna be like ‘we knew a croc would get him!’”
Actually that’s about the only thing no-one’s saying about your death.

“I have a deep-seated respect for parrots. As gifted as I am with all other wildlife, parrots have this uncanny desire to kill me. I’m not sure why, but they’re like my kryptonite!”
Wrong again. An important part of having a fatal weakness is knowing what it is. For future reference: brightly-coloured talking birds unlikely to be fatal. Deadly deadly sea creatures that you’re filming for a documentary called The Ocean’s Deadliest? CAUTION ADVISED.

aus_croc: omg ray u stol r frag

I am joking, of course, about the death of a decent guy and father of two kids. This is because I have an urge to redress balances, and the level of mourning Steve is getting makes the deaths of Douglas Adams and John Peel look like the closure of a local greengrocers. Douglas Adams is the reason I write, and John Peel has given me a body of music that is more important to me than actual people that I know. Steve Irwin was someone we all laughed at when he unwisely provoked dangerous animals. In the end, he got killed by a dangerous animal he provoked. Perhaps, I suggest, when you have two kids you should dial down the provoking-dangerous-animals job.

This is not an unwarranted tragedy any more than a Russian Roulette player shooting himself, and if you were laughing at the click of the hammer on the empty chambers, your grief is just a waste product of the endemic celebrity worship that now serves as the prevalent religion in the developed world.

 
 

roBurky: I never laughed at Steve Irwin. I thought he was a dick who tormented animals. He was like a kid at school who kept knocking your pencil case onto the floor.

bob_arctor: The thing is though in this instance he wasn't being overly provocative. The stingray just went for him, which is extrememly unusual, and there wasn't a reason for it.
It could have been a gap year student going diving.
It was out of the blue, and extremely rare.

So I think it's a bit unfair to say what he did directly led to his death. Taunting crocs, resulting in croc attack would be more like that.

 
Pentadact: I consider looming close over a stingray provoking it. I think it's fair to say that if he hadn't done that, he wouldn't have been stabbed through the heart by a provoked stingray.
 

craigp: I like Irwin. He's all over Discovery and Animal Planet, and Lea has both. I get abandoned when she's out prodding mummies and rubbing heiroglyphics, and my choices are watching him or going outside. I eventually gave in to watching is show. It's more amazement than amusement for me. I'm not going to grieve by any manner of mean, but his death has reminded me I actually found his show a great deal of fun to watch. I'm "acquiring" some right now in fact.


You're wrong on the TV show - he was filming a segment for his daughter's show because he couldn't get to those deadly creatures.


For hilarity you should type his name into Youtube: idiots with Windows Movie Maker make me sad.

 
Pentadact: They are, nevertheless, deadly deadly sea creatures. They have a long, razor-sharp, barbed, serrated, poison-coated cartellage spine that they use to stab and kill things. They go into a warning defensive posture before they strike, during which time Steve wasn't able to get out of the 30cm range, so he was swimming fairly goddamn close to it. They've killed more people than Fred West, and the guy who told all the media this was unheard of has actually had it happen to him. I'm just saying, nobody go swimming with stingrays. They seriously are genuinely no kidding dangerous.
 

Suki: I think Douglas Adams would have to have been killed by a book printing press or something similar for comparisons to be made there. Unless he was. I didn't read about his death. Did a book fall on his head from a really high height?

But yeah, it's not the identity of the deceased that's the thing here, I think. It's the circumstances of his death.

Jason L: Re: DNA - I know that was just a mild joke, Suki, but for information's sake...nope, Adams died at home, of a heart attack during a morning workout at age fifty. The third, and by far the smallest reason 2001 sucked so bad.



In a slight conversational coincidence, Adams had written an article about rays, though in his case it was about the harmless mantas. More specifically, it was about how he wasn't allowed to mess with them because Australia didn't like people messing with their aquatic animals, and how he felt like a bit of a heel for even thinking he should go mess with them in the first place. Plus ca change, plus ne c'est le meme chose, oui? Also, for alternately amusing and tender animal-poking or any other reason you can arrange, read his Last Chance to See. It's a far better and more enduring book than any of his excellent fiction.


Jasmin: U know, I really do not get any of the stupid thing u guys said Honestly u r idiots!
 
 

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