The slurpee machine at 7-11 will explode, leaving the parking lot a slick, sugary mess. In a chain reaction worthy of a Final destination movie, they will get crushed by the Goodwill donation box by the slipping, sliding cars in the parking lot crashing into each other, then the box. The box hits them just as they were screaming at Amazon customer service, which had been outsourced to the Delta Quadrant.
A pure white, 1970s disco one piece onesie will rest on their chest, slowly soaking up blood.
A bum will steal it and wear it, blood stains and all, begging for change in traffic, later.