if Steve could have narrated his death, it might have sounded like this.
"Here we we are on the Great Barrier Reef, and we've just seen a beautiful bull stingray! Let's get a closer look! Crikey, look at the size of her, isn't she wonderful? These are normally docile creatures, roaming the seabed for food. Look at her just glide along without any effort! Now, ya don't want to get to close, 'cause if they feel threatened, they've got this nasty barb on their tail, like a spear. She can flick her tail quicker than that and shoot that barb out... swoosh! You won't know what hit ya.
Alright, see that? I just got too close. She just hit me with the barb... wooo, it stings, and burns! I think it entered my chest cavity. I'm not mad at her, I was trespassing in her domain. It's something ya never want to do with these beautiful creatures. The cameraman must have spooked her. I'm gonna pull the barb out, but it's going to be tough. Her stinger has thousands of small hooks, up and down it's entire length. Once these babies get in ya, they latch-on and aren't coming out!
Alright, the barb is out, and look at the size of it! What a magnificent weapon for defense. On pullin' it out, it's ripped a giant hole in my heart, and I'm losing a lot of blood. It's a shame I had to break-off her barb, but it'll grow back. I'm just going to let her go on her merry way now. Beautiful"
RIP Steve.