Gotta go faster, people depending on you, fellow drivers have you in their sight. Something's wrong, car is out of control, heading towards the wall. You're in a coma in the hospital. You dove in the shallow end, speared on a fair catch, undercut on the defensive boards. Doesn't seem fair, but there is still the reality.
Death is always applicable because it is inevitable.
It is always there, mostly floating like a butterfly, sometimes stinging like a bee. However, the reality will never hit you until Death visits you or someone close to you. Even worse is when he comes unexpectedly. When someone dies, you begin to put things in perspective. You see how truly insignificant racing a car around an oval track really is.