The first time someone died in a car accident, they were alive, but the second time? They died in a plane crash

I have a theory. People die in planes and people die on trains all the time. You don’t know when the first person dies, you know when the second person dies, but you don’t know when the first person dies. I’ve always been in a car, and when I die, I’m alive. People die in car accidents all the time. They don’t know when the first person dies, you know when the second person dies, but you don’t know when the first person dies. I’ve always been in a plane, and when I die, I’m alive. People die in plane accidents all the time. They don’t know when the first person dies, you know when the second person dies, but you don’t know when the first person dies. I’ve always been in a car, and when I die, I’m alive. People die in plane accidents all the time. They don’t know when the first person dies, you know when the second person dies, but you don’t know when the first person dies. I’ve always been in a car, and when I die, I’m alive. I think it’s really weird that there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s like death is something you’re constantly assessing in life, and life is something you’re constantly assessing. I mean, you’re supposed to be able to live forever, right? And while that might be true, it doesn’t make any sense that there aren’t more people in the world. I think the biggest problem with this theory is that if I had died and I had lived forever, there wouldn’t be any point where you could say I was dead and I still had a body left over.