When I wrecked my car in the spring, I spent a week driving a rental SUV from Enterprise. At the end of the week, I cleaned it out and returned it, and when I got home remembered that I had left a CD in the player. The next day, news broke that Chris Cornell had died, and it hit me: the CD I left was the soundtrack from Singles. It’s entirely possible that the next person who rented that car could have turned on the radio and heard Cornell’s voice pouring from the speakers, singing . Little would they know that there was a mundane reason for this wild coincidence, and that I had been an unwitting agent of serendipity. Maybe it would be better for them to ascribe it to fate.