On Friday after getting home from work I heard a loud bang and after a minute dark smoke towering over forest. I hopped in my car and drove down toward it because I was sure that some stupid kids were up to shenanigans and wanted to make sure no forest fire was starting there. 
Instead I found a car up in blaze. I watched it burn for a minute or two, took few pictures and drove off, trying to find reception to call fire services to come and put it out. 
Only to realize hours later there was a half burned corpse. Someone commited suicide with three gas cilinders in his car, laid down in his seat and lit a match (information I've heard from people talking and the employer of the said person who was called on the scene during a police investigation)

The explosion blew the doors off and pieces of the car were scattered in 70m radius. I was looking at his corpse laying there with his scull dangling, hand halfway out of the door. 

When i opened my car window I didnt smell anything. Not even burnt plastic, not even the nutorious smell of burning human flesh. Just nothing at all. 

Brain does wonders to protects us i guess. 
It took me a few hours to understand what I was. 
I'm a complete mess. 

Im just glad that it wasn't kids who discovered it.