Well, I suppose I'd rather drop dead dragging my freshly bagged deer out of the woods and having spent a wonderful day on the hunt rather than sitting on a couch and gloating over what was, in all likelihood, a random occurrence of death which could just as easily have occurred whilst the decedent was loading lumber at Home Depot.

Two guys go hunting, and one of them shoots a deer. The pair are dragging the deer toward their vehicle, and it's a long, tiring  trek. By and by, they encounter another hunter. He asks how things are going, and the successful pair complain about the difficulty they are having pulling the deer along.

"Look here," says the third guy, "see how the deer's hair lays front to back? You're pulling against the hair. Pull it by the front legs, it will be easier."

So, the two grab the front legs, and start off. Presently, one says, "He was right, this is easier."

The other replies, "Yeah, but now we're getting farther and farther away from the truck."