What the hell is with all of the hate for the dead guy?
Honestly, the Dope can be a real haven of pointless old crabs in the bucket. He was doing something exciting and physical, and you are sitting on your ass and nyah nyahing his corpse. Incredible.
He was doing something moronic, suicidal, and egotistical.
BTW–as for the implication that he was doing something and we weren’t, I’m doing something right now that he never will–living past 26.
He also put the lives of those walking under him at risk; and, had he got stuck half way up, any first responders. If he wanted attention he could have been an actor. If he wanted a physical challenge he could have climbed mountains. Had he wanted to live he could have avoided those last few pull ups because he just had to show off.
Per at least one report, he landed on a terrace 45 feet below. Whether purposeful or not, he chose a location that didn’t pose as much risk to others.
I don’t understand this. More people die climbing mountains every year than from roof topping. What is it that makes one risky activity OK in your mind, but other risky activities are verboten? Do other people need to choose activities that you find enjoyable?
More people die because many more climb. Climbing can be done as safely as possible. You can use ropes and enjoy the adrenaline without actually dying.
I did a Google search, and all the reputable and semi-reputable sources I can find say that he died last month, but the news only came out recently. Maybe he died from the 45 foot fall.
Especially the last few seconds.
Regards,
Shodan
Patently false. The best climbers in the world still die. The mortality rate on Everest is 1.3%. This guy reportedly died on his 300th stunt, for a mortality rate of 0.3%.
What is an acceptable rate to pass the madsircool criteria? Are there other factors that make some risky activities OK and others not?
It’s in the eye of the beholder.
I can think he was doing foolish, stupid stuff but still feel sympathy for his friends and loved ones. I don’t wish death on the reckless.
Yes, a 45-foot fall is more than enough to kill.
This means* “Here it is, hug my beer.”*
There are thousands of mountains to climb and 99% are not dangerous. If you climb a building that was not meant to be climbed without safety equipment than you deserve to die. If you do sprints on the freeway you deserve to die. If you try to cuddle with those cute grizzly bear cubs you deserve to die.
Poignant last words.
Your concern for passersby is very noble, and not at all self-serving scrambling to support your argument for mocking a dead guy.
I’m not sure who appointed you the judge that gets to decide who deserves to live and die, but I can’t get behind that level of misanthropy.
A dead guy killed by his own recklessness and stupidity. Mock him for the sake of other morons who might want to follow in his now much larger footsteps. Mock him for the children.
Here is another man who deserves to die:
How do you survive a 45-foot fall? Fall from 46 feet.
It’s not the fall that kills you, it’s the sudden stop at the end.
The thing that got me was, if he’d had someone there to haul him back up once his arms got tired, it would have all been OK. But when his arms got too tired to pull himself back up over the ledge, and his feet couldn’t get any traction, and nobody was there to help him out…well, he was already a dead man before he fell.
It looked like he was trying some sort of desperation move when he fell.
You used to say live and let live, you know you did.