To kill

He thought there was no better way to spend the last moments of his life than flying down from the top of a building. And so he did. Went up to the roof of the tallest building in the city and contemplated the vertigo of dying.
After a few hours, much more than he expected to take up there, he finally took the courage to let himself go from the top. It took much less than he would have liked to, so as to give his entire life enough time to flash in front of his eyes...
And he hit a car, down the street, provoking a bigger accident. It was a big mess, his death.