They were all sitting around discussing the old days and whining about their lackluster jobs (not much different from the living world), when the bonephone rang. It was the lifeline calling about a huge accident on the interstate.

D.A.I. answered “Hello” and set it on speakerphone.
“Hello,” said three raspy voices, “this is the fates. There’s been an accident on I-49 involving 4 sedans, 6 SUVs, a punchbuggy, a minivan, and an 18-wheeler.”
“Ah, thirteen, our lucky number. There wouldn’t happen to be any… I don’t know… impalements would there?”
“Why, yes. And a decapitation.”

D.A.I. and D.D. became giddy and danced with glee, a rare sight to see.

“But..” said one of the fates
“But?”
“The child who was… decapitated… was beheaded by a projectile glass shard…”

At that, D.D. stamped his feet and D.A.I. continued in his foolery, unsuspecting of what would coming next.

”...and,” continued the raspy voice, “the man killed by impalement… was no accident.”