I know it so silly, but I was just watching Final Destination the other day (I really like that movie, it's scary and good) and the main guys says:
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast. But when we say this, we imagine that the hour is placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun, or that death could arrive this same afternoon - this afternoon which is so certain, and which has every hour filled in advance
I can't stop connecting the two. Lady gets up with a handsome man in a ski resort and goes to the bunny hill and dies (well, pretty much).
I had a post I was going to write today, but I just can't stop thinking about Natasha Richardson.