OK, the title of this thread reminds me of a story.
Back in college, one night after working the closing shift at Taco Bell, me and a bunch of coworkers piled into my Chevette and headed to Big Boy for breakfast. There weren't enough seats, so one of the girls had to ride in front "on the hump". As I headed down the road, she said "don't wreck! I don't want to die with a gearshift up my ass!"
And immediately one of the guys in the car replied "at least you'll die with a smile on your face!"