I was in the same position. I had been hit a few times by semis and spun around. I opened my eyes and looked left to see another truck grill coming fast. What did I think?
“So…there you have have it. Is this the end of Rico?”
Not so dramatic, but I had been spun around across a few lanes of I-75 in north Atlanta at the interchange of I-285 and I wasn’t at my best.
When I was about to hit the ground in the plane crash I was in, and fully expecting to die, my last words were “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”.
If I had time to plan it, I’d say “Aurë entuluva!” That’s Quenya for “Day shall come again”.
“And now, you’ll never know where I planted the explosives. HA-HA-HAAA!”
The above is a “joke”. A witticism, intended to engender yucks. Humor-impaired Mods should not confuse it with anything else.