One of my buddies was fortunate enough to have her as... his guitar teacher!

You know what?

If she wants to sleep up a tree, and fall out of it and break her neck, that's HER choice. She doesn't owe us anything. And it beats hell out of insomnia.

If she prefers a rope ladder to a staircase, that's her choice, too.

I'd rather die in the gym or on a stair-climb than on my couch. Or on an airplane engine-failure with no suitable emergency-landing field.

Us folks of a certain age realize that there's a lot worse things than dyin'