Seeing any car destroyed is heartbreaking. Seeing a car being shoved into the gaping maw of a shredder to feed its ravenous, never-ending hunger is downright scary. I'm not sure if the screaming was coming from the car being eaten alive, or from myself.

I understand that logically, cars must be recycled somehow when they come to the end of their lives. When they can no longer be stripped for parts, they're completely scrapped so their raw materials can be turned into something newer, something better. But to protect my car-loving psyche I always just imagined that they were sent to a farm upstate, where they could live forever and ever.

Not crudely executed by a claw and a metal beast.

Want to turn the scary of this video up to 11? Imagine you're trapped inside.