I'm reading from my copy of his book.
"...the howl of the engines was hushed now by distance, but we could still hear it. The Beechcraft disappeared momentarily from view again behind a thicker stand of distant trees. Then it happened - a sudden hard crack - just like the snapping of a hard stick - followed by total silence..."
So many lessons learnt from you to stay alive, flying GA.
RIP, Mac Job.