To have died in the PT Cruiser? Good god, how humiliating. To have died on some stretch of interstate in New Mexico, in search of her missing father, would have been too embarrassing to mention at the wake, all three of them lined up in caskets at some nondenominational church, their father never even knowing what had happened to them, their moms trying to explain to well-wishers exactly what the circumstances of their deaths were. No matter how bad being alive could feel, it was way better than the embarrassment of death.
