True story. It happened right around the corner and I´m still sweaty as I type.
So I´m doing my daily run around the area I live, it had just rained and the lonely road was still wet. As I´m approaching a curve I notice the 10 or so contruction workers that were gathered around on the other side of the street talking and what not (I am on the other side). All of a sudden i look to my left and bam, not more than a meter away dead person covered with a blanket, motorcycle smashed against a wall.
I continued my run as if nothing happened but inside all i could think about was secretion scenes from drag me to hell and my own mortality.
By the time I ran around back home the police was there and the poor man was still lying there for everyone to see.
Very sad day.