I can't be clearer (unless I abandoned my euphemisms): Fossett stared Death in the face and took a dirt nap. His was a race well run but in the end he reached the finish line and met his Maker. He rowed the boat ashore and crossed the River Jordan. There, he bought the farm and kicked the bucket. He was called home by the angels who carried him away. Fossett walked the seven steps to heaven and found everlasting peace. Bless him and his dear wife.
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I understood what you said, no need to be ‘clearer’.
I’ve just learned til you see a dead body you haven’t seen a dead body.