Maybe its the depressive Nordic genes, but I spend perhaps more brain cycles than I should pondering various unlikely ways I'll die. One favorite is electrocution when a high-tension powerline falls on my car as I pass underneath. I dunno if that's even possible, but I contemplate it every time the FM reception goes to hell as I zoom under the lines.
Today, the snowy, icy conditions all over campus inspired the recollection of another old favorite: going up some slippery steps, I miss one tread and fall forward, smacking my forehead on a riser and breaking my head open. I just hope the paramedics can get to my corpse without falling.