I've never been sold on the idea that people - or any living thing, actually - have a predetermined time span, a sell-by date which expires the moment they do regardless of circumstances. Someone dying as a result of running out of life is one thing; perishing in an accident or similar disaster that overtakes the body is completely another. It would make anything we do pretty much pointless, since we're fated to die at a specific time. So the idiot who gets behind the wheel practically flammable with alcohol is merely an agent of fate for everyone involved. Nothing they can do about it. Miss your bus so you end up still standing there when drunken idiot careers around the corner and ploughs into the queue? It was your time to die. No, you don't get a refund.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
