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Bolt didn't die in the plane crash though. That was Uncle Ted's dog.

Since his kids weren't answering his calls anymore, dad recruited his childhood friends Bill and Ted to fly to Norfolk from New York, where the three of them and Ted's dog flew to Key West in some dude's plane. By all accounts they had a great week. They were celebrating that Bill had just had been given a "second life" from a recent spinal surgery after about a decade of disability and immobility (the original injury was caused by a skiing accident he got into on one of my dad's trips I think).

They had a full day boating around, snorkeling, took some video of Ted watering the Manatees, and hit the skies at like 6 pm. Dad popped an adderall and was confident in his decision not to stop for fuel between Key West and Norfolk (1000+ miles in a small plane with 2 big guys, a giant, and a tiny poodle). He sent a picture text at around midnight of him and Bill in the front. The NTSB investigation showed that he flew right into a fucking zero visibility wall of fog, couldn't land at the desired airport, was emergency redirected to land at Norfolk international. He did 3 approaches. Said it was "like a washing machine up here." Notified ground control that they had exhausted all fuel and would be on ground shortly.

He killed them all.