ch00fIt would be crazy if someone died of a heart attack while crowd surfing and hundreds of people just unwittingly pushed a corpse around.
There’s pit angels though. Usually one every few metres. They’re the big guys, usually tall, often wearing white shirts for some reason. They’re the people that manage to clear space in seconds, pick a little person back up off the ground, and get them out of the zone. They’re also great at retrieving lost shoes and returning them to the owner before they get surged to a different location. They’d notice a dead crowd surfer instantly.
A hairy, beary angelic dude once pulled me out from behind the barriers at an In Flames concert, back in their Come Clarity (or Reroute?) days. I had landed in front of some speaker fucken skyscraper. The volume was indescribable.
How are pit angels born? My first pit experience probably should have been my last but everyone I encountered was just very gentle with me. It kind of felt divine intervention