Yeah dying of a heart attack in a pile of snow is probably my worst fear when it comes to dying. I either need to move to Florida, or teach these boys how to work a big shovelMy grandpa literally died shoveling snow and I fully expect it will likely happen to me as well. I love shoveling snow. When I was a kid I would walk around town and get paid to do it. Used to tell them I’d take what they thought I was worth until an old lady tried to give me 50 cents. Good times.