What's a good age to die? There's really not one, is there? You don't need to answer that. One thing is for sure, it's certainly not 50. Thirty-nine's not much better and 20 would be a tragedy. Rally people of each of those ages have passed away in the past shocking week in our sport.
The biggest shock to British and Irish fans was the terrible news that Rory Galligan finally lost his battle to the same long-term illness that robbed him of his Mitsubishi Motors UK seat part-way through the 2006 British Rally Championship.
It's easy to look back when somebody's gone and extol their virtues, praise their spirit and generally make sure the memory of them is nothing but positive.
I'll get around to that in a minute. But first, I have to be honest. Rory wasn't always as nice to me as he might have been. We were working on a Christmas feature 10 years ago, when he was driving a 206 in the Peugeot Challenge. The story was a simple one: could Rory drive around the Turweston test track in Oxfordshire faster than me with one arm tied behind his back?