[from occupied ga]

At least they died doing the thing they love most.

Yes - I'll bet their last thoughts were "This is really great! we're dying in a pile of coal. I'd much rather be doing this than dying of a heart attack 50 years from now."

[Eric in the Ozarks]

Some years ago a fellow from my hometown was stopped at a train crossing and for some reason, the train was not moving. He got out of his ten year old pickup to have a closer look at some new Ford pickup trucks on one of the rail cars. Finding the door unlocked, he slipped inside when the train started to move.
He scrambled out but the train was moving too quickly to make a safe jump.
He got back inside at the train made its way from tiny Mystic, Iowa down to Kansas City.
His old pickup was still parked, idling at the train crossing when a highway patrolman happened by. A search of the town's bars turned up nothing.
Four hours later, the guy called his wife and asked if she could drive down to KCMO to pick him up.
It was a long time before he lived the story down...