Ever know you were about to die? What went through your mind?

I mean “about to die” not in the existential sense of anticipatory resoluteness (or the existentiell sense of falling/evasion), but in an immediate way. Like when you turn around and see headlights bearing down on you. My thought was, “I’m so glad I’m listening to this song.” But now I can’t remember what song it was.

Another related question: when you die, would you prefer to know that it is coming, even if only for a split second of reflection, or would you rather go the bang-lights-out way?

Apologies if this question is similar to some others, but I do think it covers new ground.