In reply to Al Evans:
> I actually knew two climbers, who both soloed and were considered somewhat risky climbers, ... who were killed in road accidents, I am sure there are many more,
Add Robero Bassi (a bonkers driver and Sarca Valley climbing guru of the 1980s) and as you say, loads more.
However, it seems to me that a whole dimension of risk taking is missing from this discussion. When I was a young lad I was attracted to dangerous routes like a moth to a candle. I had pretty well accepted that I wouldn't get old.
I then had a daughter (fortunately nature sometimes steps in) and my perception of risk inverted completely. I didn't want to leave my child without a father, and I saw some sort of reason for living.
Now my daughter has grown up and I spent last summer with my father who was dying of lung cancer. Suddenly dying in an avalanche didn't seem so bad again (I lost a friend in the Mont Maudit accident the same year, so it came to mind).
In simple words, some people perceive "normal life" as a crappy pathetic tedious farce (ending in death, which is always rather squalid). Climbing, on the other hand, is really exciting.
In this mind-frame, the only sad thing about dying when climbing is not being able to go climbing any more.
Now before anyone gets hot under the collar, I am not ADVOCATING the above, just reporting one case which I believe was very common for my generation and I suspect always.
The same logic I guess applies to most (seriously) dangerous sports, and indeed to the widespread sport of drinking yourself to death (and how many climbers end up doing that ....? I know plenty).
Gambling everything for nothing surely implies that everything is perceived as worth nothing.