I wonder: When you're dying, what if someone else's life passes before your eyes, and it's a much better life than the one you led? Yachts and caviar, mansions and servants waiting on you hand and foot, never standing in line at the DMV. "Wait, wait," you cry, "there's been a terrible mistake. I got the wrong life. I want a do-over, dammit! I demand to speak to the authoriti ---- pfft" Beeeeeep.