I was killed by the Irish National Liberation Army in 1981.
I was also killed by the Hirogen.
Evidently a mysterious creature once killed me as well...a crewmate was fortunately saved by a well-timed counterprobe.
I was also murdered by a criminal I had arrested for cruelty to animals.
My saddest death? I was t-boned by a heroin addict while driving home from a church service on September 11th, 2001. My parents still aren't over my death, and in fact now make money off of it by hawking books about ministering to the depressed and grieving.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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