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Seriously. I sit in a cubicle all week and think about this. I just lost a friend, a skilled diver, while she was snorkeling for scallops. Nobody knows how she drowned, but she did. I am a rafter and climber and backcountry guy, and given the preference I would rather die at the ripe old age of 120 surrounded by friends and family, but as a second choice I'd sure rather fall out of the raft than croak at my keyboard or sitting in traffic. One is living, the other is simply being alive.