I, Hatchet Jack, being of sound mind and broke legs, do leaveth my rifle to the next thing who finds it, Lord hope he be a white man. It is a good rifle, and kilt the bear that kilt me. Anyway, I am dead. Sincerely, Hatchet Jack.
If you hike alone, you die alone.
“If you hike alone, you die alone.”
If you think about it, everyone dies alone.