A Grim Experience

“So, it’s come to this”, the man behind the wheel says. 

“It has”, says his passenger. 

“But it all happened so quickly.  It doesn’t seem fair.” 

“It never does”, the passenger replies. 

“Mary.  The kids.  Can I see them?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“This is all my fault.”

The passenger reveals a boney hand sans skin from under his black robe and gently caresses what is left of the driver’s face.  “There, there.  It was out of your control.  Everything has always been out of your control.” 

“There’s nothing I could have done?”, the driver asks.

“You could have told your family how much you loved them more often.”

“They know I love them.”

“Do they?”