The assumption that he must have died purely by accident is absurd; or, if not, that he must have been mentally ill. I could absolutely see myself doing this in another 5-15 years. There's so very little worth living for, but I learned 10 years ago I'm not willing to off myself in the ways people normally do. Heading out into nature and lasting as long as I can on my own seems like the workaround to "being ready to die", but "not willing to hang, shoot, or poison myself".
No, I don't need help. Tried the suicide route 10 years ago (very seriously, not as a call for help), and discovered that I'm not quite that fed up with life yet; and when I am, that's not how I want to go. This story is exactly the kind of method I'd use if the desire to fade from the world resurfaces.