Was there a kind of lottery (Reggie imagined a raffle) where God picked out your chosen method of going - "Heart attack for him, cancer for her, let's see, have we had a terrible car crash yet this month?" Not that Reggie believed in God, but it was interesting sometimes to imagine. Did God get out of bed one morning and draw back the curtains (Reggie's imaginary God led a very domesticated life) and think, "A drowning in a hotel swimming pool today, I fancy. We haven't had that one in a while."
- Kate Atkinson, When Will There Be Good News?, p.99
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