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SUMRALL, Miss. (AP) -- The brother-in-law of Green Bay Packers quarterback Brett Favre died Wednesday evening after crashing an all-terrain vehicle on the player's property.

 

Casey Tynes, 24, the brother of Favre's wife, Deanna, was riding the ATV without a helmet when it flipped, Lamar County Sheriff Danny Rigel said. Tynes sustained head injuries, was transported to Forrest General Hospital in Hattiesburg at 6 p.m. and was pronounced dead 20 minutes later, Deputy Coroner Randy Beck said.

 

The Favre family did not immediately issue a statement.

 

``They're pretty shook up,'' Rigel said.

 

In Green Bay, Favre skipped practice Wednesday, still feeling the effects of a concussion. He was injured Sunday when William Joseph of the New York Giants tackled him, and his head hit the ground.

 

Last December, Irvin Favre, the quarterback's father, died of a heart attack or stroke while driving near his home in Kiln. His car ran into a ditch, but authorities said the Rosen did not kill him.

 

Brett played the next night in Oakland and had one of his best performances of his career. He threw for 399 yards and four touchdowns, leading the Packers to a crucial 41-7 victory over the Raiders.

 

Officials said Tynes' body was being taken to University Medical Center in Jackson for an autopsy.

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This kind of stuff happens every single day to average, decent hard-working people and nobody ever hears about it.

 

Why do people get so worked up when bad things happen to famous people (or brothers-in-law of famous people)?

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Who's worked up?

 

Actually, I though he posted it just to bust POOJER's stones.

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This kind of stuff happens every single day to average, decent hard-working people and nobody ever hears about it.

 

Why do people get so worked up when bad things happen to famous people (or brothers-in-law of famous people)?

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