sic transit gloria mundi

I find it thought-provoking how often The End comes disguised as a banal accident that could have been avoided with little difficulty (Disclaimer: This is not to instigate a debate about seat belts, it's merely an observation). I always seem to expect that people we feel are somewhat “special” also would have a “special” way of making their exit. And I was reminded again that this expectation has no basis in fact. That the two could leave together and weren't separated in the end was maybe all any-one would wish for in their place.

requiescant in pace