When I was growing up, Dad has a couple of friends sons die on a bike. Unrelated accidents. He said that if I wanted a bike I'd have to find another house to live in.
Snowmobiles was a different thing. Those were O.K.
I don't want to sound heartless but:
At least he died quick, and doing something that he liked to do. Not withering away in a bed for an extended length of time.
