How shall I kill thee?
Let me count the ways
I once asked my instructor what he was doing at the weekend and he replied that his Friday night ritual was to climb into a bottle of Bombay Sapphire because, every working day of his life, someone would try to kill him. "I haven't tried to kill you", I replied. "Not today you haven't!"
The birdstrike wasn't my fault, neither was the ground resonance nor the cyclic coming off in my hand. However, the dodgy lift resulting in a near dynamic rollover probably was.
Cheers
Whirls