I could see the car suddenly stop as it met the tree. That road is lined with trees that could be near a century old, and they're at least three or four feet thick.
Rest in pieces movie#
The rail crossing, as well as acting like those ramps the movie people use when they do a rollover stunt, must have skewed the Holden's trajectory. When the sparks started to fly from the car's roof sliding on the road, I apologised quickly to Mum. It was still going fast when it arrived on the rails, and that's when stuff changed for two people and those close to them. The car only hove into my field of view about fifty yards before the rail siding. Whether or not the lights at the crossroads were for or against him, I don't know. (Come to think of it, that stretch of road is all 60khm anyhow, and has been for at least 25 years.)
Rest in pieces driver#
The driver of a large sedan was gunning it toward town, coming from the north side with no reduction in speed. I heard an engine roar approaching, and stopped to look over at the road: what the heck was going on? After a set of traffic lights, there was a hundred-yard smooth run to a spot where a railway spur cut at an angle across the roadway, then another couple of hundred yards to a complicated intersection. The road was straight, and ran into town from farmland to the north. It was late evening, and the road across the creek was still clearly visible from my back stairs, where I was standing, talking to my mother via the cordless phone, while I let the cat out. (Substitute metres if you like: I'm old, and I still think and do carpentry in Old Talk by instinct.)Ģ0+ years back. I've seen this kind of accident from about 100 yards. And witnesses said he’d been flying like a bat out of hell. There were other things that had been thrown from the car, and some that were still in it a handgun, loose ammunition, empties, and a can of beer with still some in it. Glance at the form lying unmoving on the pavement further on and think “You did this to yourself.”īut, you know, I still think about that dude? As I do all the others? So just pick up the small pieces and drop them in the bag. Hoping for an uneventful shift, or maybe a nice structure fire with no one in it. Other times I was lying awake all night before a shift, Dreading what the next day and night might bring. “If you look too long into the abyss, the abyss looks into you.” What will we see this time? How bad will it be? It was becoming a source of fascination to me.
Rest in pieces full#
Full disclosure, there for a while I was finding myself sometimes looking forward to the next scene of carnage and mayhem, in a morbid kind of way. Gather up the small parts of him that had come off and drop them in the bag. This guy - he had made his choices, and it was what it was. I’d been on the job for a long time by then.Įmpathy was waning. I realized with surprise that things like this didn’t bother me much anymore. It occurred to me that in the final analysis, that’s all we were in the end, after what had made us who we were was gone: just a bag of meat and blood and bone.
Rest in pieces skin#
Just a piece of fat and tissue with some skin still attached. I picked up one fair-sized chunk and wondered at the meaty, gelatinous texture as I kneaded it in my fingers. You pick up as many as you can find - don’t want to leave them for the birds and animals. As a body skids and tumbles, pieces come off and leave a trail. I was walking along the highway with a red biohazard bag picking up small pieces of him and dropping them in the bag. A good ways from where he’d eventually come to a stop. He’d been thrown out and had struck the pavement of the westbound lanes at high velocity. Engine still running, and no exterior damage that we could see. Sitting on unblown tires and pointed in generally the right direction. Had left the eastbound lanes, struck the median, flipped, and come to rest at the edge of the furthest westbound lane. Amazingly, it had no damage, or very little. He was still lying where he’d come to rest. That portion of the highway had been closed off. Single vehicle accident in which the driver had lost control at high speed. It was in the morning, not long before we were due to go off-shift.