A few years ago some travelers along the upper-west edge of Michigan's lower peninsula stopped at a popular overlook, on top of something of a "castle rock". They found a camera sitting there on a tripod, not far from the edge of the cliff. Looked over the edge, and the ex-photographer was laying at the bottom. Apparently he had stood there looking thru the camera, backing up a little more at a time, composing a picture. Then, abruptly, he was decomposing.