My mom's cousin was gored to death by a buffalo while out for a Sunday morning stroll.
He was 71, which is plenty old enough to have died by other less exciting means. I think if you're going to die, having an exciting story to share about it is nice consolation. Not that it's ever nice to have anyone die...or that it lessens the grief of his wife and children and siblings and friends.
Still, I think Grandpa Conrad would have been a little jealous that Keith died "with his boots on." When your death is mentioned in the entertainment section of the newspaper? Well, that's just got to be better than dying of boring old cancer.