Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it’s enemy action.
Coincidences happen, but I’ve come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears.
All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.