The 100th most stupid way to die

When I was young, I always imagined that reincarnation would actually be kind of cool. Well, mostly. I was young, not niave. I knew that reincarnation could actually suck. Howevor, I always thought of the reincarnation with OP powers. The young dumb fantasy kind of reincarnation. Of course, I never expected it to actually happen to me. I always thought I would move on into some form of afterlife and live out the rest of my eternity in bliss. Or hell. I always liked to pretend that was never an option. Shows what you know, doesn't it? Cause I assure you, I ended up in a special kind of hell. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

It was simply a normal Tuesday evening. Actually, it was pretty boring, if I'm gonna be honest here. I remember walking home from another boring school day, (Also, I was 18. I was held back a year.) When a non-descript large vehicle with a large load stuffed into this large white box being held with a not quite whole front (semi even), came barreling towards me.

Mind you, I'm no idiot. I was not standing in the road, I wasn't jaywalking, I wasn't playing "how fast can you get runover". I was on the sidewalk, like a normal reasonable person would be. Nonetheless, this large non-descript vehicular device made for transporting large loads and commercial use of goods comes barreling towards me, OFF THE ROAD.

Now before you ask, I did not see this coming. Not because I can't see stuff like that from a mile away, but because it was so unexpected that I just stood there in shock. Sorry, but no one can predict a large vehicular device about to run you over when your not even on the road.

Due to the power of human instinct and the natural human state of survival, my body moved before I even thought to do so, safely jumping out of the way of said vehicular device. It crashed into the building right behind me, creating an awful large amount of chaos and panic. Now, I'm sure you are expecting me to say that it didn't bother me in the slightest, like the badass that I was. Sorry to disappoint, but I panicked plenty. Then, I got a grip and inspected the vehicle, wanting to know what the hell just happened.

Long story short, I never found out. Right as I got close to the thing, it exploded. Even to this day, that still strikes me as strange. After all, this isn't a James Bond movie. Cars and stuff don't actually explode. At the very least, not randomly and out of nowhere with zero indication it was about to do so.

I immediately died. The explosion ravaged my body, and I think a piece of metal went straight through my face, although I was nigh dead already, so I don't know for sure. Not that it matters anymore.

Now, I was told that I was in a dark space, like an endless black void. The afterlife, aka death, is supposed to be a secret, so I was unable to retain such memories. Either way, some time later, I was brought into a white plain of existence, along with a whole slew of people, looking just as confused as I was. Is this heaven? I didn't know. Before I could give credence to the thought, A white flash appeared in front of everyone, distracting us and revealing a small child. He was smiling with some pretty sadistic pleasure. Little did I know this was the beginning of my special hell.