The end of the Edge

Kenny head wedged his beautiful Seagull Edge into the ground smartly. Knife edge, turned in towards himself, "righted" her about 20 feet AGL, pulled back on the stick, and... well, you know.
 
He's still sobbing. Like a little girl.
 

Kenny and his Seagull Edge during better times.

 
 

The Edge at home.

 
 

The site of the murder, I mean, crash...

 
 

All the kings horses, all the kings men, couldn't put the Edge back together again...

(Talk about turning a plane into dust).

 
 

All that could be salvaged.

 
 

Where he put the rest.

 
 

And now there's room for the new Ultrasport!

All teasing aside, sorry for your loss, Kenny! You are still one of our best pilots!