“tripped backwards getting off his lawnmower”
At least he died doing what he loved.
Yep, he liked mowing yard. And whether doing that or driving tractors in the field, he kept his head, arms, and hands shaded from the sun. He didn’t look over 70 when he died at 88.
The yard on his farm was about 2 1/2 acres. He had three riders of different sizes and a couple of push mowers and a string trimmer. His wife would help. He had a rope block and tackle hoist in the hallway of his barn, where he would raise the riders to sharpen deck blades regularly.
He had a gift for telling stories where the punchline would often leave you in tears laughing.