Death on Tennessee St.

A few days ago, I saw something that I really wish I hadn't seen.  It messed me up.  I was driving home from a friends fiesta de su cumpleaños.  I was on Tennessee St., about to turn to take another friend to his place, when I saw the paramedic's Chevy Suburban turn its lights on and pull in front of me.  There was a man lying motionless in the street.  Well, I pulled off the road immediately and got out of my car to see if I could help (this was before any of the additional law enforcement/paramedics arrived).  I didn't see anything earth-shattering happen, but I knew that I needed to be there to help.  I've never seen a dead body before, and it's mind boggling.  This poor man was hit by a driver (we'll assume they were drunk, considering it was at 4 a.m.) and was, hopefully, dead on impact; I'd hate for him to have been in much pain.  Well, then TPD arrived, and they arrived, and they arrived some more.  I'd say there were close to 20 police cruisers there.  An ambulance arrived, but he wasn't immediately loaded onto a stretcher.  They blocked off the entire street, and put police tape up around it.  At this point I couldn't stay more, as I'd already seen far too much for my poor little brain.  Needless to say, I prayed for that poor man's soul and his poor grieving family and friends.  Rest in peace.