While I feel some compassion for the guy who died, I believe that people who undertake high risk endeavours -- such as extreme climbing, solo yachting -- that potentially put their lives in some form of jeopardy, should do so in full knowledge that if they fuck up, nobody is going to come and help them. That isn't saying that if people happen to be in the vicinity, they shouldn't provide reasonable assistance.
For example, that pommy git (I use this term advisedly) whose yacht dekeeled in the southern ocean a few years ago and immediately flipped upside down, trapping him inside the hull, who managed to activate his distress beacon and get inside his survival suit. He was eventually rescued by the Royal Australian Navy, after an Orion located his vessel, dropped a sonar buoy alongside to see if they could detect sounds of life (which they could) and a frigate was dispatched at great speed to chip him out. All of this was done in huge seas, at great risk to the brave and intrepid Aussie mariners and great expense to Australian taxpayers. The yacht was eventually towed back to Freemantle, to stop it acting as a hazard to shipping. At which point said pommy git asked for it back. "Fuck off" was the response from the Australian Government, who later sold it to defer some of the monumental costs involved in the rescue.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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