What a way to go.
Sheesh.
Hey, if you’re gonna go out, go out on top, I say.
I guess he’d told himself, '“m going to bowl a 300 game before I die!” So once he’d done it, no point in sticking around any longer, I guess?
Yeah, but to die in rented shoes?
Especially shoes like those…
If he was in league play he may have had his own shoes.
The guy was in his local bowling hall of fame, and it was his 3rd 300 game. I’m positive he had his own shoes.
My wife sent me this article this morning (I’m an avid bowler). I’d love to go out like this. But I’ve yet to have a 300 game (279 is my current high). I promised her that if I got two of them, I’d postpone the third as long as possible. 
An unrelated, but somewhat similar, story:
My boyfriend performed with his band last night, and they were taking requests. Someone requested something from Van Morrison, the bass player immediately said…
“The last time we played Van Morrison, someone died.”
My SO: “That’s absolutely true.”
(Audience laughs)
Bass: “No, really. Guy came up here and sang Brown-Eyed Girl with us, got off the stage and had a heart attack. Died within minutes.”
SO: “And so we’re just not comfortable doing Van Morrison anymore. You never know who’s going to die.”
Bass: “But really, look at how the guy went out. I mean, come on! He sang Van Morrison. He had nowhere to go but UP. All the way up.”
(Segue into something from Niel Young instead.)
I’d never heard that story before last night.