No, he didn't die. As the great Sting says, "if you love
somebody a turtle, set them free."
My wife and son were driving back from the store, when my wife, using her catlike reflexes, missed crushing the little guy to death. Don't ask me how in the name of all that is good and holy she saw this thing, but she did. Then, her an my son walked back down the street to pick it up.
My son immediately took to the internet and deduced that it was a Red-Eared Slider freshwater turtle. Unfortunately, with our current lifestyle, we have a no pets policy, which went over like a fart in church with the kids.
My wife took my son over to the local pet store to ask about the turtle. It honestly couldn't have worked better, as the clerk was pretty straight forward about how difficult these little guys are to take care of. I think the clincher was when I explained to my son that it's not like a dog, and he can't take it out and play with it.
So, with heavy hearts we took the little guy over to a park a mile or so away. It has a large lake and is currently inhabited by a number of, you guessed it, Red-Eared Sliders. I'm not saying anybody had stolen him from there, but that's quite a coincidence to find him in the street. Anyway, good luck.
And, don't let the garbage fool you. It's a really nice lake. Garbage is one of the joys of suburbia.