The road was completely clear. She kept her foot on the accelerator, gaining speed. The speedometer on her 1998 Olds 88 slowly moved to the right pinning at 120 miles per hour. With tears streaming down her face, she guided the car to the left carefully aiming the left half of the car at the huge cement bridge abuttment. She kept reminding herself that she was doing this for her kids and grandkids, she knew the grief of her death would be salved by the millions they would not be paying the government in taxes. This was Estate planning at its coldest and cruelest.

The impact was sudden, the front of the car crumpled like a tin can under the foot of an NFL defensive lineman. The engine block flew into the drivers area of the car and the steering wheel column collapsed into her chest cavity. Everything went black before her.