If that was me, then I could only imagine Mr Meatloaf's lyrics going through my head for 72 hours ...
Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun.
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike.
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell.
And the last thing I see is my heart,
Still beating,
Breaking out of my body,
And flying away,
Like a bat out of hell.
... so I'm glad he's OK.
