Death By Ladder

Do you ever wonder how you will die, or when?
I don't, usually...
But this morning it struck me that I don't want a really lame cause of death. Something stupid like Genghis Khan's infamous nosebleed.
Actually, had circumstances been slightly different as I was driving to school this morning around 7AM, someone might have been obliged to relay to you the tragic and stupid cause of my demise: death by ladder.
I was heading up the highway towards TRU, just past the Brick, when I noticed that the truck ahead of me had not properly secured its load. Stacked on top of other equipment, a large steel ladder began to slip. I had only a second to realize what was happening before it fell off the truck and crashed onto the asphalt, sparks flying. It bounced, coming towards me.

Confession: I probably, not quite sure, but maybe...closed my eyes and squeaked in fright.

I also braked and swerved, and the ladder skidded to the middle of the road, without hitting anything or anyone.

PHEW.

My hands were still shaking when I got to school.

It could so easily have bounced right into my car, and through my windshield.
Kinda freaky.
Ok, really freaky.

I know everyone's gotta go at some point, but I really would prefer not to go like that.