You ARE walking down the road with your nose buried deep into the book. Her book. Walking straight into people and midgets, not hearing them cursing you as you knock 'em over onto the sidewalk and into the road. Finally you hit the cross-walk without heeding the shrill beeping or flashing red hand, dropping right in front of the oncoming traffic.
Sorry to say - and after your life is just starting to look up too - but a fast moving bread truck hits you and it is instant death.
Goodbye, friend.
Hello, darkness.