You're driving along, the road is slick, you've had a little bit to drink, not too much you think. Sharp turn. ``I don't remember a turn here.'' you think as the car careens off the road. ``I was right, there really isn't a turn here. Oh, Shit.'' The car rolls, the roof is crushed and most of you with it.
Crane shot. Pulling back from the wreckage. Pulling up and back. You think ``Cars.'' It seems so profound, they really seem so silly now, cars do. In fact, your body is the same way. It isn't anywhere near as important as you thought it was just a few minutes ago. Fade to white. A nice sort of white. A homey, soft sort of white. Kind of bright, but not in a squinty sort of way, but in an exhilerating sort of way. A ski jump that just goes on and on.
And everybody's here. It's so good to be back with everybody. They all say ``Hi.''
