The unpredictable fate

The fortune teller told them that he will die by a biscuit. He was never then allowed to have one.

His aunts and uncles offered him million types of cookies, but his mom was too scared to let him taste any. He never tasted any kind of biscuit/cookie ever in his life

At the age of 67, while getting off from a bus
He slipped and fell on the concrete hitting his head, off of a biscuit that dropped from a kid's hand, walking before him... he died then and there.

Fate has its own ways of getting to you