Death on a Freeway

There was a line of cars holding up traffic as I hurried to make my way to a make up ice skating class that actually didn't end up happening. I was upset at the traffic. Police were holding up on-ramps and diverting cars at whim as the long procession of cars got onto the highway on their way down the 134 to Forest Lawn Cemetery. I knew these people were probably sad and suffering, I knew this was obviously something more important than whatever I and most the people on the highway had to do. But still, I was irritated at the traffic. When I die, I don't want to hold up traffic--just scatter my ashes and be done with it.