It is a commonplace, when somebody dies in tragic circumstances while practising a hobby, rock climbing, paragliding, extreme whatever, that their close relatives seem to justify the deadman's life (or, perhaps death) by expressing how meaningful it was taking up those activities: "... but he died doing what he liked best".
It always strikes me how nobody says of a clubbing victim, of any recreational drug user: "... but she died doing what she liked best". I am not talking here of somebody with an addiction that made them slaves to to their 'sport' but, still, shouldn't we too?
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