Well, for the first time in my life I saw someone die at my feet last night. It was about 7:30pm and I was walking with my fiance. We were headed out of the parking lot when we hear the screech of breaks and see a body fly about 20 ft into the air and onto the other side of the street. I promptly shield the fiance's eyes and tell her to go home and call 911, there's been an accident. I was the first one to approach the body (who turns out is my downstairs neighbor on a walk) and I see there's nothing I can do. He was uprooted from his untouched and disgustingly pristine white tennis shoes and tossed into the grate of a sewer near the foremost curb of my apartment complex. I approach the body shortly before dog-walkers from a park across the street do and I just stare. I knew I couldn't touch the body. His ribs were protruding through his backside and his face seemed a bit too flush with the grate. All we could do was direct traffic when we all took fright at the man's last few breaths. It may have been electrical discharge alone or quite possibly his last living breath but it was what set everything into stone. Its just a weird feeling, you know? We've all seen our fair share of desensitizing internet-found gore but nothing really makes you feel human until life ends no more than a few inches from your shoes.