“Only to be HIT by the minivan!!”

“pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!”

“What police officer would dare ticket Death's minivan?”

“Hamilton awkwardly folded himself into the passenger seat. "Couldn't you get something bigger?" he asked as he banged his knee against the dashboard."We're supposed to be a diversion," Jonah said. "Got to make an entrance. Can't do that in a minivan, Giganto Boy. Can't do much in a minivan except look about as uncool as it gets.""Hey! My dad drives a minivan.""Snap.”

“Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we didn't die?”

“A faint smile touched Emily’s mouth. “You want kids?”“I want bucketloads tucked neatly into a minivan,” he laughed.“Gavin Blake in a minivan?”“Absolutely,” he replied, reaching for his beer. “A funky forest green one, too.”