A dead body about two weeks ago.
I was heading south on the Skyway Bridge, and just past the southern tollbooth, there were a couple cars pulled over. I cut to the second lane from the right in case one pulled out, and just missed a pile of something in the road. I pulled over, figuring maybe the folks on the side of the road didn't want to move whatever it was, but it would have messed me up pretty bad if I had hit it, so I figured I'd move whatever it was. As I walked up, trying to figure out what it was, a car came up and it's headlights lit it up pretty well. That's when I noticed it was a body. I was about 10-15 feet away at this point. The car whose lights let me see what it was, hit him. Hard. He rolled along under the car, and came to a stop right in front of me. I turned and walked away, feeling sick. The driver of the car I saw hit him had pulled over and jumped out of his car, and was running up to me, screaming "What did I hit?" I grabbed him by the shoulders, and told him to get back in his car. I told him he was already dead, and there was nothing he could do. He broke down, and I left him standing with his arms around his wife.
Articles in the paper the next couple days said he was only 25, no idea why he was walking out near the bridge, and that 4 different cars had the hit him. I saw the fourth. The second, third, and fourth stopped. The first didn't, and hasn't been found.
