I have a friend who had a seizure while helping my dad cut down an old spruce tree - good tall one... Well, our friend didn't move when Dad hollered at him and the tree landed right where it was supposed to. Cracked our friend on top the head, split it open, broke bones in his neck and some ribs, punctured a lung. Killed him. My dad was able to do CPR and almost 10 years later, you can barely see the scar. Life happens in weird ways. Hug your family every chance you get. You don't know what the next second will bring.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.
edit - Said friend is slightly disappointed in the scar healing so well... loves to tell the story now. And a few years ago - we finally started letting the two of them cut down trees again.