That reminds me of an incident that occured at my first apartment years ago when I first moved out on my own. I lived in a building on the side of a curvy highway in a remote area. The first snow of the year was falling and I was watching T.V when I heard a loud crash outside. I looked out the window and saw a pickup on its roof in our parking lot. I slipped on my shoes, grabbed a flashlight and ran out to the vehicle.
What I saw when I looked inside is to this day one of the most horrible things I have ever seen. The vehicle had lost control going around a curve, ran off the highway, and hit the ditch. When it hit the ditch it had flipped, landed on its roof, and slid forward taking out our mail boxes, and stopped after hitting a tree.
Without going into gory detail I will just say that a quick glance inside told me there was nothing that could be done for the driver. When the police, and fire dept showed up they had to cut up the truck to retrive the body inside. I found out a few days later that the woman driving had a B.A.C over twice the legal limit. The moral of the story is that alcohol, high speed, and snowy winding roads don't mix.