Unfortunetly, it reminds me of when I almost lost my brother. He had a 5.0 mustang back when I was in Junior High. He went out with a friend that was driving another car the night before, he never came home. My mother was worried about him since its not a habit of his to be gone overnight. We got a call in the morning from a state trooper telling us that my brother was in the ICU and that we needed to get there asap because they werent sure how long he'd "hold on". My mom took me out of school and my dad and sister met us there at the hospital. He had multiple broken bones, punctured lungs and liver, broken collar bone, internal bleeding, etc. He was in a coma on a respirator and still had blood all over him. Turns out that he and his friend were racing the night before and he lost control of his car. It spun out, flipped over a few times, wrapped around a telephone pole and caught on fire. His friend was driving right behind him luckily (I guess since he was right there racing with him on a wet road), he saw what happened and dragged him from the car just in time. There was nothing left of the car except his Ford symbol.
The powers that be saved him when the doctors said that he had a 50/50 chance and may never walk again. He's still with us thankfully. If he had anyone else in the car however, they would not be here today. There's no reason why G*d leaves us one person and takes another. Accidents in themselves are senseless, but it's taught me not to play with my life like he did. Thats why I've always been last in convoy's because I dont like to speed and you dont see me street racing. If I'm going outta here, let fate take me, not let me take myself.
Again, my condolences are with his family.