Maybe it's just me, but it seems kind of weird to read the news and realize that the man who had been mentioned in the news article that made me think of the Saint Judas poem, would normally have been seated right in the path of the deadly crash (article here). Even more stranger to realize the woman who died in his arms moved halfway around the world to do so (she's mentioned towards the end of the article) . Guess I'm in one of those moods where I think too much about fate and circumstance. I should probably go eat some ice cream...