If something like that happens, it'd be the best time to send in a lottery ticket, too. People really do get jackpots, as often as someone gets killed by their own puffy ack compared to the amount of sorties. Or, if you like, calculate the possibility of this true event: A hunter saw a wood grouse sitting on top of a spruce. He shot at it and missed, instead the bullet killed his brother who was sitting with other hunters at a fire two miles away. I'm surprised that those hording fluffy dust bunnies don't kill more.