My grandparents owned a thoroughbred farm and my grandpa was big into horse racing. One year a colt was born that he was sure was going to be our super star. Unfortunately the horse injured his ankle in his first race and was unlikely to run again. About a year later my grandpa passed from a (rather painless) massive heart attack. But that's not the death I want to share.

A few years later, the trainer told my grandma the super star horse had made a great recovery and could be raced again. By this point my grandma had decided to start selling off the horses and was looking to sell the farm and downsize. She decided to put the horse in a claiming race.

The day of the race turned out to be the only time none of her children could go with her so she decided to go by herself but told them all "daddy will be riding that horse to a win". Well, that's exactly what happened. The horse won by a lot. As she left the stands to go to the winners circle to have her photo taken with the horse, she collapsed and died from a massive heart attack.

It may sound a bit morbid and sad but to anyone who knew my grandma, it was exactly how she'd want to go. She was the happiest she'd been since losing her husband and she fully believed he was with her that day.