Personally, I’d rather die on a Mountain of Pillows in my own warm bed, surrounded by my loved ones and holding hands with them. I want to have one last sip of fine wine and a smile on my face as my loved ones comfort me and share my last minutes when I make my transition. I don’t want to die from a dead branch falling on my head or lie broken and suffering at the bottom of a cliff or grow delirious as I freeze to death or suffocate beneath the solidifying snows of an avalanche or gasp in horror and stumble to the ground as my heart gives out on me. I’m not sure where people get this belief that dying in the mountains is a romantic death. If I die while hiking solo, then I cannot think of a lonelier death. If I die while hiking with my friends, then I have become the ultimate inconvenience to them. No, give me love and compassion when I pop my last balloon. That’s the way I want to go out.
JohnL