Why is there always one bloke in these boy bands who looks like he came to fix the boiler and somehow got bullied into joining the group?

Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

He would talk to them of stories and books, and explain to them how stories wanted to be told and books wanted to be read, and how everything that they ever needed to know about life and the land of which he wrote, or about any land or realm that they could imagine, was contained in books. And some of the children understood, and some did not.

We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

...it was imaginative people who tended to lie. Lying required making stuff up, and only imaginative people were good at that.

If 'why' was the first and last question, then because I was curious to see what would happen was the first and last answer. A version of it had been spoken to God Himself in the Garden of Eden, and it was destined to be the reason for the end of things at the hands of man.