My Dad’s younger brother Bob (by the stove, in the white shirt) passed away Monday night, in his sleep. It was a surprise, I guess. He apparently had an enlarged heart. He was 61. I hadn’t seen him in years. I always imagined him as a strong man. He worked as a longshoreman. I bought one of my first cars from him, oh, about 20 years ago. It was a 1975 Malibu. It was roller-painted white with a black stripe. Seats that didn’t match, no floors and barely ran. I called it the Bobmobile! 
So long, Uncle Bob. Say hi to Da for us…
I always wondered when this would happen. But I always thought it would be a result of a miscalculation with a violent, gory death. But apparently, these sting rays are fairly docile and he was actually riding its back when the event happened. The sting from a sting ray’s barb, which can grow up to 5 inches long, is rarely fatal to humans. I heard on the news that it had been more than 60 years since an Australian was killed by a sting ray. But the barb slipped under Irwin’s ribcage and punctured his heart.
