Everything you do in life is a calculated risk, I would rather die on a mountain doing what I love then getting run over by a fucktard drunk driver.
Yeah but I'd rather die on a mountain when I'm 70 and lived my life. I'm just imagining being 30 and riding resorts my whole life. I finally decide to splurge and bend over to pay the $1500+ for some real backcountry heli-cat stuff, and now I die for it? Fuck that!
These deaths wouldn't stop me from backcountry boarding, but they would make me seriously question continuing on a trip despite avalanche warnings for pretty much the whole province... There's calculated risk and then there's being stupid. Not sure which catagory this situation falls under.