He was a racist. He left occupied Denmark to join the British army and fight the Nazis, so there was some logic to his persistent hatred of Germans and Japanese. Oddly, Jews were always suspect, and I grew up suspicious myself, not knowingly encountering any. (On leaving home, my best friends over the next 10 or more years were Jews...)
When he emigrated to Australia, he hated aboriginals, and kept a loaded gun by the bed in case any stepped on his bit of Australia. He seemed to regret that none actually came close enough.
Then it was Muslims of course.
In the end, I phoned him and he didn't answer, and after a couple more attempts, I sent a neighbour to check. No answer except from the dog. I sent the police, who found him in a shopping centre in his pyjamas, raving. He had to be restrained to be taken to hospital, where he demanded to have only white nurses and doctors.
In hospital he was violent, so he was chemically restrained. He died in a week or so, sedated by the Indian-sounding doctor I talked to on the phone, and looked after by Philopena nurses.
No passengers, no family, no friends, full of anger and hatred.
Death by hyena surely isn't the worst way to go.
