Well what came to mind after reading about snips was a friend of mine who was actually the brother of one of my girlfriends when I was 18/19. He was 22 but we hit it off famously. No one could keep up with either one of us. It was like chasing two cheetahs and we could go for days.

He died in a car wreck going fast. Or rather had a horrific accident and ended up pinned to the roof of his hotrod by the steering wheel being lodged into his chest. If you can imagine the angles that would take on you can imagine the mess the car was. They found him upside down in the car that way with a broke neck and sternum among various other broken bones. He was still lucid though because the pressure from the steering column had kept the nerves in his neck from separating yet. They new when they took him out his neck would finish breaking and the nerve would either tear or break.

So they had ppl come to him for hours in a field on a back road and let him hang upside down making phone calls and saying goodbye to those who could make it.


He was a barely lucid vegetable for 6 months. Barely conscious but remembering faces and voices. A soul trapped in a broken fleshly cage. Connection with his mind was excruciating. He was in hell begging to get out. That is what it felt like to him. We finally made the call and brought in hospice.

Took him 9 days to die. The family believed in burying their own. Ill never forget the sound of the dirt hitting the casket. They gave me the first shovel.