Considered by most as completely nuts, and the subject of much controversy over his methods, Steve Irwin died at about 0200BST this morning. He was diving in the Great Barrier Reef, filming an underwater documentary when he was killed by a stingray barb, which reportedly went through his heart.
Now I think pretty much everyone, including me, has made the "Crikey, Oi'm bein' eaten aloive by this man-eatin' toiger, look at the way his shahp toeeth rip through moi flesh!" type jokes about him, but when it comes down to it, he was unbelievably passionate about his work and love for wildlife. He was also a family man: both a husband and father of two.
Despite his eccentricities, this is a sad occasion.
But trying to think about it from his point of view, I don't think he would have wanted to go any other way.