Last Thanksgiving, when my brother, my wife and I were forced to rent an SUV (Chevy Suburban) because Enterprise didn't have our minivan on stock (of course, after a lot of lament and kvetching) we pinpointed exactly what made this hulking gas-guzzler the most morally reprehensible car on the road: if you're ever in a head-on accident, whatever it is you hit won't survive.

Take, for example, deer. (Warning, photographs are extremely explicit.)