This poor guy – after being on a bowling team for 45 years – bowled his first perfect game and immediately dropped dead of a heart attack.
“It was like a book, a final chapter,” says Place. “He threw his 300 game with all of his friends, gave each other high-fives and it’s like the story ended. He died with a smile on his face.”
Some people might say it’s not a bad way to go, and I guess it’s not, comparatively. Considering the several other ways I’ve nearly died, given my druthers, I’d prefer to drop dead after a sporting achievement. But I can’t imagine how this man’s wife must be feeling right now.
