We live, we die (‘For the Love of Sharks’, March). As a species, we should get used to that fact. I would rather be eaten by a shark than, following a stroke, spend my last weeks confined to a hospital bed, unable to speak, unable to move, with feeding tubes down my throat, and with a perforated intestine to boot. Dying has become a fine art of torture for us humans. In the natural world, death can be violent, bloody, often taking the young, but usually quick and for a reason. Australia is one of the few places left on earth where you still have the privilege of being close to nature in all of its harshness and beauty. Make the most of it. No need to kill it off.