A few years ago I turned up with the rest of my cricket team to play an away fixture in our Saturday County League against a club several miles away. When it was our turn to bowl, we were surprised to see every one of their batsmen wearing a helmet.......a rare occurrence at this level of cricket where most quick bowlers aren't exactly what you'd call life-threatening.
Towards the end of their innings we turned to our slow spin bowlers, and still the opposition came out to bat with helmets on, much to our barely-suppressed amusement.....until our main spin bowler could no longer resist mocking a new batter arriving at the crease wearing what we considered totally unnecessary protective headgear.
The batsman's riposte still chills even today: he looked straight into the eyes of our grinning mocker and calmly told him how, the week before, they had watched their best batsman get a top edge to a slow full-toss which he had been trying to pull for six, but it ricochetted into his unprotected face near the eyebrow and killed him despite frantic efforts to revive him on the pitch.
We were suitably chastened and shame-faced for having taken the piss.