I learned earlier this week that a cousin of mine had died.
His death was not entirely unexpected (I had been told at another family funeral last autumn that this chap had terminal cancer), but, he had lived a healthy lifestyle.
However, one never knows: He had been a dedicated marathon runner, and had apparently finished over 100 marathons - including ultra marathons - over the course of his life. Yet, cancer claimed him.
A good guy, who adored his family, who, in turn, warmly reciprocated this love, had enjoyed his work and was good at it, (he had worked in agriculture, not only as a farmer, but also as a public servant), and loved sport, running, and travel.