We think we like surprises. Shocks, on the other hand, are harder to accept.

We lose people. Bad luck, bad judgement, bad habits; fate. They die, they change, they disappear; and sometimes there's a public fuss and sometimes not. Always there are questions (though the answers rarely make a difference). Why did he die? Why did I live? Was the driver drunk? Was the car going too fast? What was she doing there in the first place? Above all: why me?