As it happens, the day after the Surfside collapse, I went to Philadelphia to visit a friend whose husband had unexpectedly died. As we sorted through papers, chauffeured kids and made our way through a bottle of wine, she told me about how people kept asking her, in effect, what her husband had done to deserve his sudden death. Had he had some medical condition? Gorged himself on unhealthy foods? Loafed on the couch when he should have been getting some exercise? Actually, her husband was a healthy eater with no preexisting conditions who had exercised twice a day during the pandemic. But people kept probing for something he obviously should have done differently. Perhaps because if there was nothing to pinpoint as the obvious culprit, why, then they too might die without warning at 53.