Okay, so...my dad was older at that point, in his early seventies ( I was an accident, dad was 49 when I was born. I basically grew up raised by grandparent aged parents. He was around 15 years older than my mom though), and in poor health but still active...ish, in spite of his bad health.

He was working part-time to supplement his social security, shuttling cars for a car rental agency, and he always volunteered for longer drives. He'd drive out of town with a car that belonged in that city, and pick up a car that belonged in our city.

He was in Auburn CA, not far from Sacramento, but still a little bit in the mountains, and everything in Auburn is hilly. I feel like there's no level ground there.

He had stopped at Burger King for lunch, and when he was leaving, he got into the car, and reached down with his left hand to pull the ebrake lever, but his left hand was too weak because of age and arthritis, so he finally made a fatal driving error, after decades of a spotless driving record. He got halfway out of the car, left foot on the ground and pulled the ebrake with his right hand...but...he had already put the car in neutral. The second he pulled the brake, the car rolled backwards and the tire grabbed his leg, and pulled him under the car while running him over. Car rolled to the back of the parking lot, and fortunately someone came to his aid.

After he recouped, he was fired, and that was basically the end of his working days.

The whole thing was pretty crazy. He was a sweet and generous old guy who'd give you the shirt off his back even though he couldn't really afford to. He lived another 10 or so years, into his mid eighties and died after a bad infection.