The end of an era, so to speak. My mother's last sibling has passed on, he was 87 and had been very ill and distressed, so his daughter (my beautiful cousin) says it's something of a blessing that he's free of pain.
Uncle Mike had been a driving instructor in the Army Reserve, one time back in the 1980s the was a roar of multiple engines at about 9 o'clock one night down on the family farm.
It was Mike with three Land Rovers with three troopers in each. He'd decided to conduct a night-time navigation check from the rest of the unit camped on the other side of a range of significant hills about 50 km by main road away. But they'd used primarily bush tracks to traverse the hills rather than taking the main roads to go around the hills. Mike decided it was time to visit his (reasonably) nearby sister, brother-in-law and their kids. He stayed long enough to ensure the troops had time for a brew-up then hthey were back on the road again.