Make up a story where you die herocally, ironically, orgasmicly, whatever. Only rule, it must somehow involve your ride.
I am Steve, the on-site organ collector. I get a call that there's a fatal accident on the intersection of first and main. Naturally, I show up with my tools to harvest the organs so they can be transplanted more quickly. I shove the organs in my bag and petal to Grandview Hospital with Tommy's new heart. Unfortunately, a rival organ courier spots me with my load. He cuts me off into oncomming traffic where I tragically take a spill into a landscaper's truck, taking a chainsaw to the chest. The doctors said I could have been saved if only a donor heart could have been delivered in time.