Rahnefan, being the driver of the truck that killed me, tried desperately to slam on his brakes before slamming me into the hereafter. His truck spun out of control, and just as one of the sharp instruments impaled his eye he slammed into a metal lamp pole ( just after my jaw made it's orbit around it), flinging him through the windsheild. The still-running engine, flipped backward and upside down through the hood from the impact, sliced his face off with it's spinning fan blade.