With a crash, that’s how it ended, drunk as a skunk and on his way to church and who did that? Who drove to church on a Sunday morning blind drunk? Sam didn’t know. Sam didn’t care either. All Sam cared about was that there were branches still poking him in places they shouldn’t and vines growing over him where they had no business being and he just wanted some goddamn peace and quiet. He wanted to rest and was that so much to ask? Crinkled license plate, missing tire, he just hoped the good Lord was taking names up there.