So, I wrecked a funeral coach. The entire back end of the coach was turned to pink fluffy chips when I ran into the edge of the garage door.
Total replacement cost was 2100 dollars. Amazingly, they didn't dock my pay, fire me, or even punish men. I got a hand shake, a pat on the back, and the name 'Krash Cove'.
I think I made the right career choice.