Sometime late last night, that pumpkin fulfilled its potential. Death by retread.
So far gone that its flattened remains left only a smear, the pumpkin’s perfectly preserved seeds pitched in every direction. At last look, some seeds have already tracked up the street, while others commiserate with the torn plastic pop bottle headed for the storm drain.
That pumpkin probably saw more than most, it certainly lasted longer. It was here, it is gone, it left a few thoughts. We should all be so lucky.
Still it sucks to get squished.
Shouldn't...but Do 
Those seeds should be preserved and planted in the spring to ensure that the noble pumpking lives on!
Done.