But one of these days, say around 40, when the reflexes have slowed, old Steve is going to find not his hand but his head locked in the croc's jaws, that is if he doesn't find a Taipan's fangs in his forearm first... In memoriam, the producers can show endless reruns of the incident, narrated by his wife, as Steve falls to the mortal danger he courted . The show's inveterate fans will be horrified and grief-stricken, but they will watch. I'm right, aren't I? You know I am. If such a sad event should occur, I will be shocked and disbelieving. After all, I will have seen him on TV only the night before. But it will pass quickly. No need to cancel the show, however; just re-name it "The Crocodile Huntress" and let Stephanie take over.People say things like that when they don't think there's really much chance it could happen, or when they're just mean, which I sometimes am. ("Stephanie" is a not exactly respectful reference to his wife, Terri.) I went after him again when he held a burial service for a dead crocodile, and once more when he took his one month old son into a croc enclosure, concluding that
He and his wife take up so much self-absorbed, mutually sycophantic time on camera that, until this incident, I didn't even know they had children. Now that I do, I can't root for the croc anymore. Somebody's got to raise those kids.Well, those posts were then, and this is now, and I can only echo that last sentiment: two little kids will have to grow up without their father. Whatever kind of fool he may sometimes have been, he seemed a decent fellow and was probably a decent father off-camera. He just wasn't my cup of tea. It seems that there ought to come a point in life when you start putting things in their proper order, when you recognize that some things are more important than others, and that nothing should have been more important than being around for those kids. Maybe it was time to dial back the danger a little bit. It's not as though - after handling green mambas, wrestling crocodiles, and swimming with sea snakes - anyone would have called him "chicken." Well, too late now.
It was neither a croc nor a taipan that got him. He was stabbed through the heart by a stingray. And it seems to have been caught on camera. Let's pray they don't show it.
In an attempt to impart meaning to the incident, a lot of news articles are making the stupidly inconsequential point that "he died doing what he loved," as though to imply that we should all be so lucky. That means a lot of people should die having sex, others during the ecstasy of killing other people, others while counting their money, and so on. But the only point worth making is that Steve doesn't get to do what he loved anymore, and that he should have loved something else so much more than this. God bless him anyway. RIP. He was 44.
Tonight's Animal Planet line-up has been re-done in Irwin's honor: a "Crocodile Hunter" Marathon. I won't think poorly of anyone for watching it. Might even catch a few episodes myself.