The Flash gets into his SUV, licking the cone with great enthusiasm, and begins to sings along with the radio, using the cone as a microphone and pointing dramatically out the windshield during certain salient points in the song. ["Snerk. I'll miss the Flash." -- Sars] I laughed and laughed at that, but yesterday in the car I realized that I do it all the time. The singing and the pointing, not the using an ice-cream cone for a microphone part. Mid-Dramatic Gesture, though, the top scoop of the Flash's ice cream slides off the cone and onto the floor. He eyes it, and then, taking one last look at the road, leans over to pick it up. While driving. Was he planning to eat that scoop? It was on the floor of the car! That's disgusting! Why didn't he pull over? Why, God? WHY? As soon the Flash he comes up with the ice cream, he finds himself smack-dab in the headlights of an on-coming car. He makes an "oh, man" face and slams on the brakes. But it's too late. In a crunch of steel, the Flash is dead, baby. The Flash is dead.
Next week: The Flash is laid to rest. It's all Dawson's fault!