[a moment] with a dead end

[moment 84]

The other day cars kept turning around in front of our house. Lots of cars. 

This is not normal, as we live at the end of a dead end road and there's rarely any traffic whatsoever.

My thought process was that there must have been an accident and they shut down the main road and people were taking our street not realizing it was a dead end.

Onyx, however, questioned whether or not a funeral procession got lost. That was their first thought on the matter. I'm not sure they're ok. 

When I questioned whether or not they were ok, their sibling reminded me it was Onyx, and that was all the explanation I needed. Either way, it was a dead end.