My Uncle
Eddache's post below has just reminded me of a story about my own Uncle.

This story takes place in the Sixties. My Uncle was driving his car through Shrewsbury late at night when he was pulled over by a police officer. The officer got out of his car, came round to my Uncle's window and started talking to him. I forget what the offense was - speeding, reckless, drunk, whatever. Doesn't matter.

As the policeman is standing there talking to my Uncle: BANG. He wasn't standing there any more. In fact he was nowhere to be seen. This is because a car, driven by a drunk, had passed too close to my Uncle's car, hitting the policeman head-on at 30 MPH and partially dragging him down the road.

My Uncle got out to see if he was ok, but of course the poor bugger was dead before he hit the ground. Imagine that - you're talking to someone one moment, then the next moment they're dead. You're sharing a person's last moments on Earth, listening to their last words. Then BANG . . . and they're gone.

Don't know about you but that would mess me up. Mess me right up.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Wed 5 Mar 2008, 16:48, 3 replies)

So...
...he got away with speeding then?
( Edd: The Unfunny Try-Hard Edgelord, Wed 5 Mar 2008, 16:52, closed)

Um, yeah, I suppose he did.

(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Wed 5 Mar 2008, 16:56, closed)

But nowadays...
... you'd get sued by the family of the deceased for not pulling over far enough.

And probably get a harsher sentence for speeding than the manslaughtering drunk since it's always the speeder who kills someone, not the one incapable of handling a car properly...
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Wed 5 Mar 2008, 17:22, closed)