God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, ie., everybody, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
Terry Pratchett'Don't think of it as dying,' said Death. 'Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.'
Terry PratchettI [...] vowed that rather than let Alzheimer's take me, I would take it. I would live my life as ever to the full and die, ยญbefore the disease mounted its last ยญattack, in my own home, in a chair on the lawn, with a brandy in my hand to wash down whatever modern ยญversion of the "Brompton cocktail" some ยญhelpful medic could supply. And with ยญThomas Tallis on my iPod, I would shake hands with Death.
Terry Pratchett