It's creepy, sad and probably bad for your health. But I can relate to the person who choreographed this shot. I'm the kid who bawled when her poor dad hit an unknown creature on the highway and to this day can't remove the burnt image of a possum hit by someone else breathing its last few possum breaths. Even now when I spot a still lump of fur off in the distance I close my eyes or avert the gaze 'til it's good and gone. Yes, even when I'm driving. Still, for anyone concerned about the depths of my sympathies, you will never find me spooning roadkill.