[ WP ] When a person dies , they sing their favorite song until they 're physically unable to .

Glass lay in many small shards on the wet pavement. Officer Hanson saw the refraction of streetlights through pieces of what used to be the windshield of a high powered BMW. He had seen accidents before, even crashes that happened right in front of him as this car had done. However, this scene was the worst by far. 
 
 Three teenagers had been in the car. The girl who had been the driver was now in the ditch thirty feet in front of the wreckage. She was a mangled mess, and Officer Hanson had just covered her with a sheet. A boy of about fifteen years was slumped in the passenger seat, and a girl who had been sitting in the back seat fit in between the two front seats in an awkward manner. 
 
 Hanson froze suddenly, he heard noise. `` Hit me baby one more time... hit me baby one more time'' a voice whispered. Hanson forced himself to walk up to the cab of the vehicle and see if one of the young adults was still alive, although he could not imagine how anyone survived the crash. 
 
 `` Hit me baby one more... hit me... hit me... hit me..'' said the voice, growing weaker each time. 
 
 *What the blazes? * Hanson thought. 
 
 `` Load up on guns and bring your friends, its fun to lose and to pretend...'' another voice, this one more feminine but also extremely weak. The mangled girl stuck between the seats and wedged under the dashboard was singing Nirvana. 
 
 Hanson checked in with dispatch and informed them that no ambulance was required. All three victims of the accident were deceased, two of whom were in the immediate post-mortem cerebral auditory recall stage. The sheriffs deputy then walked back to his patrol car and locked the doors. He was freaked out.
