I’m really glad he didn’t die a horrible, slow death in the back seat of the car and no way to get out, with the only thing to do being to watch the flesh melt away from his muscle tissue until his eyeballs boiled and ruptured in his skull like rotten grapes. I’m very happy the last sounds he made weren’t gurgling screams of indescribable agony as his brain melted and leaked out through his smoke saturated nostrils. What a terrible thing that would have been. Truly. I would have had to take a drink of something just to calm my nerves.