After between six and seven hundred hours of hang gliding, fifteen years skydiving, I experienced the deaths of eleven people, one of whom was my cousin which I experienced as it happened. He got me into hang gliding. Another was my great friend Frank Donnellan, who got me into skydiving via an 'unofficial' buddy-buddy jump at Perris in 1980. He was the first Base numbered fatality. Of all of them, I sincerely wish none had ever happened and I for one, cannot understand why anyone would want to watch a living snuff movie.