A taste of hell

Frank lost one of his best friends in an accident two days ago. He was just standing beside the road and as a lorry was passing by, the trailer suddenly came loose and rushed straight against him. The story is as tragic as unbelievable.

For Frank, it's the fourth person he has lost in less than 1 1/2 year. How come that one man has to suffer so much in such a short time? A case of bad luck? A share coincidence? Fate at its worst? Something like that I suppose. Persons loose persons every day, but this feels too much, and I'm furious about bad luck, coincidence and fate, or whatever. One think that tragedy should have the politeness to spread itself.