God speed...

Man, that's horrible. RIP.

RIP. Condolences to his and the entire UA family.

Really.............?

Prayers to his family. RIP, brother. BTW, kudos to the dedicated and skillful crew that did their best to get him to medical care.

Hopefully the individual asked to try and identify the passed. And want concerned with whether one moved up a number.

RIP and Tailwinds......... :(

More likely checking to make sure he was not a SCAB so he could send condolences.

Idiot !
 

Nice, I guess there are idiots everywhere !

All the best to his family.

Had a good friend who had heart attack and survived not long ago. He was in great shape low body fat ETC ETC. The cardiologist told him that often times with folks in great shape the first sign of a heart problem is death. No signs, no symptoms no history and blam you're gone. Enjoy every minute of life while you can folks you never know.

RIP Captain.

Flying West

I hope there's a place, way up in the sky,
Where pilots can go, when they have to die-
A place where a guy can go and buy a cold beer
For a friend and comrade, whose memory is dear;
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
Nor management type would ere be caught dead;
Just a quaint little place, kinda dark and full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke;
The kind of place where a lady could go
And feel safe and protected, by the men she would know.

There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And the songs about flying and dying are sung,
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd flown west before.
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door;
Who would buy you a drink if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"

And then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen for years, though he taught you how to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here.
"For this is the place where true flyers come,
"When the journey is over, and the war has been won
"They've come here to at last to be safe and alone
From the government clerk and the management clone,
"Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise
Where the hours are happy, and these good ol'boys
"Can relax with a cool one, and a well-deserved rest;
"This is Heaven, my son -- you've passed your last test!"

Author: Capt. Michael J. Larkin
Dedicated to: Capt. E. Hamilton Lee