While it's up in the air how any one of us will eventually die,

many can say for certain how they won't die.

A few good examples, trapped in an impossibly tight cave passage,

lodged in the crevasse of a glacier,

so many ways to choose not to die.

Imploded at the bottom of the ocean in a homemade submarine, we admire those willing to put themselves in such peril, with the interest of exploration and discovery in mind.

But with those who choose it for fun, it's hard for the rest of us to wrap our heads around.

Let's take something common, skydiving. It said you'll

never feel so alive, and that's because you'll never feel so close to certain death. But it's

safe, they'll say, and to that I respond, I'm sure it is. Airplanes are apparently safe too. Here's

the problem with both. If something small goes wrong, that's a big problem. Welcome

to Marooned, harrowing tales of the catastrophically lost. I'm Jack Luna. This is Aaron Hable.

Will Slattery, a 34-year-old regular at Skydive Elsinor, a skydiving school in Elsinore, California, was a fixture

among the community of like-minded thrill seekers. In May of 2005, Will was approached by one of his

fellow skydivers, James Jimmy Simplicio, with a pair of $100 plane tickets and plans for a trip

to the El Bakara Beach Resort and skydiving school in Estorios,

Esté, Costa Rica, which is a coastal town about 80 miles south of San Jose.

It would be a quick trip filled with days of jumping and nights at the canina.

The deal was too good to pass up, so Will and another skydiver,

Emmanuel Mani Sanchez, agreed to join.

El Bakara Beach Resort was a hotel skydiving operation owned by a Canadian man, living in Costa Rica, Milton Burton.

The hotel had been open for just about a year.

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