When I lived in Newark, Delaware, this happened:
A young man was target-shooting in his basement with a, maybe an air rifle. A bird flew by the basement window. The lad turned and shot at the bird. A long way away a (girl? I think) was crossing a UD sports field with friends (as part of a crowd). The projectile had gone waaay up in the air and now it came down faaast -- and killed the (girl? boy?). What a terrible thing! What strange and awful things can happen if you do something, or nothing, or intend harm, or walk across a field...

I worked with a woman who baked pies - Erica. Her sister was a young married woman with a small child, and she was in her kitchen ironing. Two miles away some people blasted a stump illegally with too great an explosive charge. A rock went waaay up into the air, and came down through the roof, etc., etc., and smashed the sister in the head, causing her to fall senseless to the floor in a (presumably) pool of blood. The husband came home for lunch shortly thereafter, and found his wife half dead and his two-year-old screaming. She had a metal plate and seizures forever after.

There is a woman here in Washington who has been accused of neglecting her mother, causing the elderly woman's demise. I realised that with all the things that CAN happen -- a bizarre, seemingly limitless array of lousy things that just COULD happen -- I am grateful that at least I won't ever kill my mother. In this lifetime, anyway. I still may get monkeypox virus, though.