"Shit." Nothing made a mental note to make sure Twig didn't drive drunk again, at least in icy areas. He bit his lip and looked at the little girl in the pew, then moved a little closer to Nick. It seemed like she might appreciate having someone near her.

"He probably didn't suffer." It was a closed casket, which almost certainly meant the crash had caused major damage to his head. No one lasted for more than a few seconds in that case, he knew that from personal observation. "Not for more than a second, at least. If he went through the windshield, I bet he died thinking he could fly."