There are worse ways to go, and at least a couple of these guys died doing what they loved best. Small comfort to their families and loved ones, but it’s something.
If I were ‘family’, the greatest comfort right now would be that it happened so fast the folks didn’t have time to know or register what hit them.
Anyone who has seen a person die a long, slow death will understand that.
My mother died last year. Had a stroke, was paralyzed on one side, couldn't speak. She recognized everyone, and seemed to comprehend her situation. She soon started having some kind of seizures and hallucinations, so we had to drug her heavily, so she could rest. After a couple months, C-diff infections set in. After several rounds of that, she passed away, 10 months after her stroke, weighing less than 70 lbs
My point - if God decides its your time, dying in a millisecond is a blessing.