William the Coroner, gun blogger, forensic pathologist, and cat lover passed away yesterday at his home in northern Ohio. I had the opportunity to meet and chat with him in Pittsburgh at the Gunnie After-Prom that Breda put on during the NRA Annual Meeting.
William the Coroner was only 43. As Chance noted today about feeling old, “And here I was not fretting about being over the hill when life smacked me right up side the head with a dose of mortality.” He was referring to his father’s heart attack. It could apply just as well to the passing of William the Coroner.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.