Stuck on the roof of a flying police car 2000 feet above the ground with a dead man at the wheel.

...With no parachute.

This bizarre scenario is quite an accurate picture on life. At least that's how I've felt about my existence the past 6-7 years, or in other words ever since my brain started functioning properly. Of course, the realization of the severety of the situation is a gradual process, starting when you're born. At first, the wind rushing by may feel nice, and the feeling of speeding through the air may be thrilling, but pretty soon you start to wonder what would happen if a cliff face were to suddenly appear in front of you. The car might suddenly start plummeting to the ground, and you would be helpless to stop it. But if you've ever been in a car with a parent figure at the wheel, you will remember as a child having absolute confidence that nothing bad could happen. That is the sort of feeling that will keep your mind off the nagging thought of ending up somewhere on the ground 2000 feet below... At last for a while.

Eventually, of course, you start to notice the absence of intelligence in the way the car is moving, and decide to take a good look at who's driving. Many things give it away, but wether you first notice the pale hue of his expressionless, wax-like face or the blood protruding from the obvious gunshot wound in his chest, it is quite obvious that he is a goner. This is the realization most people come to anyway.

The thing is, there are people who say that the man at the wheel ain't dead. They say he is alive and well aware of where we're going. But instead of just ridding us of any doubts by giving us a wink and a smile through the windshield, he prefers to play dead, leaving it up to us to interpret the slight vibrations of his nose hairs as a sign that he's still breathing. The truth is, of course, that those vibrations are caused by turbulence as the car rushes unguided through the clouds.
While the idea that he is indeed alive and conscious may have a comforting effect on some people, it is of course completely without merit and doesn't change the fact that the car is plummeting to the ground now that his foot has slipped off the speeder. There's no way to safely land this car, as the ground far below is full of razor sharp rocks. When it hits the ground, it's all over.

In the end, it is up to yourself if you want to hit the ground believing that the dead guy will steer away at the last second. Just as it is up to you to face reality, throw the dead man out the window, sit down in the driver's seat and see how high this car can fly before it runs out of gas.

Who knows, you might even find a place to land before then...