You see, one time I was at the Grand Canyon and this bus came around the bend as we were stopped on our bikes. I watched this old guy turn around and stumble backwards into the warm maw of the canyon behind him, tumbling down a few dozen feet before he came to a stop on a ledge. His body had to be carried out with a helicopter because they couldn’t get a team down to where he was on foot. They tried to put a bunch of bodies and tape between us and the ledge to prevent us from seeing his corpse, but I was there and saw what happened before anyone else.
JK.