Grandpa did not actually die in a car accident (I was just being a smart-alec about that), but he did drive a
huge late-60's 4-door Chevy Caprice very much like this one... except in that puke-green factory metal-flake paint... as a little kid I remember being very proud of myself when I got strong enough to open those old-school door handles all by myself and act like a gentleman to open the door for Grandma or my Mom... I used to practice that when no one was lookin, like I was lifting weights or something

Those freakin' latches didn't give up easily to a little scrawny kid's weak spindly thumbs
Pretty sure his was a hard-top, I've been wrong before, though... Anyway, it was so vast at the tender age of 5 or 6, when I was already quite tall for my age, I could still very comfortably sit on the arm-rest built into the middle of the front bench seat and see through the windshield quite clearly when he and Grandma took me for a ride in the country and to go get an ice cream or burger at the local drive-in. Seat belts? Never heard of 'em back then.
They sure don't make 'em like that anymore...