Lifeless.
Smoldering wreckage on the 4th lap.
It couldn't have ended like this.
No, it couldn't.
It had to have been a dream.
Just a dream. That's all.

It was a dream.
He lay snug beneath his covers
and dreamed
of glory behind him.
The race was on and adrenaline coursed
through fatty arteries.
Doughnut crumbs watched the race from his lap.
And then that fateful 4th turn.
The racer exploded in the most utmost awesomeness,
but that didn't kill him.
It was just a dream.
That's all.

It was actually the carbon monoxide that
did him in as he lay in bed dreaming.

Gather up ye doughnuts
as we lay to rest the most faithful departed,
Mario Andretti.
He had to die.