My roommate back in ‘81 was cop and it was a slow Sunday and he was on duty so I went for a ride along. A call came over the radio about a skydiver whose chute didn’t open up. He responded to the scene at the local airport. Talk about splat. His head was flat because his brains had squirted out the top, and every large bone in his body was sticking out through the skin.
The folks on the ground said this was his 300th jump and afterward he was so supposed to fly to England to join in with other skydivers to try to set the world record for something. The he was to come home and get married.
As they say in Full Metal Jacket... “no more boom-boom for this babysan”
He did not have the guts to do that again!