I just died in a car accident and this is what I'm thinking as I die- as I'm dying.

This is not that bad. I expected this, I kinda deserve it, and I think I've done enough damage already.
Not as much as I would've liked to have done, but I really am an A-class ♥♥♥♥♥♥, and I needed this.
I needed to wise up. So, fine.

I guess my only regret is that my accident was with a wall or a telephone pole or a Jersey Barrier and not with a minivan full of a family. I think the perfect way for me to die would be in conjunction with seven other people, five of them children, two of them Mom & Dad.
Breeders... take 'em out like a missile.

Next time I do this I'm just gonna jerk the wheel into opposing traffic. Roll the dice that way.

Imagine somebody else coming home from work, tired, not paying attention, it's night time. Guy in the oncoming lane has his lights turned off, you don't even see him until he's three feet in front of your face. At that speed you have no time to react. And the impact is like falling off a twelve-story building. Times two. It's like falling off a thirty-story building.

You don't even have time to feel pain. You just go from normal to ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up in an instant. Wake up, wake up a few minutes later.