I stood in the blacktop parking lot among the corpses somberly in silence, keys in hand. “You ready to go?” my dealer asked, “I — I didn’t realize it would be this soon. I mean, I thought I’d get to say goodbye later.” I sputtered, nervously. He nodded and held his hand out to take my phone, “I’ll get a photo if you want.” I tried to see the silver linings, focusing on all the good times. “I’ve had this car for 8 years. She’s been so good to me.” I posed for the photo with my eyes welling up with tears, feeling like a total baby.