Let's make a list of things which you were.

You were young like the picture still painting in their heads.
You were as good as can be expected among the young.
You were a smile reinvented through your friends recollection.

You were vulnerable because milk spills and cookies crumble.
So at eleven o'clock p.m. you left her house in the driver seat...
And I prayed to see what you looked like as a passenger so we could feel the weight of the situation.
And that's what we got.

That's what we got when our vision went hazy, and my face went into convulsions.
We're allowed to discuss the details because they prove that it only took a second.
"...Two and a half feet into the passenger side, and his neck was crepitant."

You were vulnerable because milk spills and cookies crumble.
So at eleven o' one p.m. you left this world in the passenger seat.