My Grandfather was a Wonthaggi coal miner from the 1920’s. It was a very dangerous job and miners were killed or severely injured on the job regularly. As this article (Mercury 10 Dec 1923) proves a dangerous job isn’t necessarily the thing that will kill you. The poor guy was having a swim with his mates to relax and ended up being eaten by sharks. I wonder what happened to his unsuspecting fiancée and if they were able to contact her before she left England. Imagine the poor girl leaving home to start a new life on the other side of the world to find her beloved had been eaten by sharks.