Spike was a miserable sod. He was my loadmaster. When we crashed Spike was very badly injured. He “died” in the wreckage. The first responders brought him back. He died again on the operating table. The doctors brought him back. Spike bit his tongue in half so couldn’t speak very well. I have seen the light Mike, I have been there twice. I no longer fear death. Spike was no longer miserable. That was 40 years ago and Spike is still the happiest man.