The below was a document I found recently on ancestry.com corroborating the date and cause of my great grandfathers death. He was killed at the age of only 37. He was walking home from work one Tuesday evening and was gored to death by a bull that had escaped from it’s pen.
It’s kind of morbid, but I think some of the strange causes of death of my ancestors are one of the most interesting things about my family history. Not so many people died in their sleep at the age of 85 in a nursing home. There were several people who suffered horrible fates. It reminds me of how easy I have it now, compared by to my forefathers.