Just thinking about some really awful accidental deaths around my town...
A family was moving, and they left a huge cabinet sitting near the doorway on a dolly. The 5-6 year old child climbed or jumped on the handle of the dolly and the cabinet came crashing down, killing the child instantly. Ultimately, they were responsible for the welfare of their child and securing all things that could harm him.
Another little girl was watching TV (back when they used to weigh 300lbs) and was pushing the entertainment center with her feet. It collapsed, and the TV fell on her. Her sibling couldn't get it off of her and ran to get help. She died. Ultimately, it was her parent's responsibility to make sure all heavy items in the house were secured and their child was free from harm.
Shari Burgess went to take a shower, thinking all the doors were locked and her older children were watching TV, when her 2 1/2 year old son, Bronner, snuck out the sliding door and drowned in the family swimming pool. Ultimately, it was Rick and Shari's responsibility to make sure Bronner was safe, the doors were locked, and the gate to the pool was closed.
My high school classmate's sister was building a new house, and there were piles of sand around the construction site to be used to mix mortar, etc. Dakota, aged 4, loved to play in these piles, and his mother and father even had let him bring little dump trucks to play in it. One grave day, Susan checked on Dakota to find two tiny legs sticking out of a pile of sand. The sand had collapsed where Dakota was digging, and smothered him to death. Ultimately, it was his parent's responsibility to keep him safe.
I could go on, and on. These are accidents. Extraordinary things that people thought would surely never happen to them, until it happened. I think it's safe to say that if ANY of these parents had a do-over, they'd never leave that cabinet unattended, they would have never purchased that heavy TV, Shari would have never taken that shower or had a pool, and Susan would have lived in her old house forever if it meant she could have Dakota. None of them were planned, even though they could have all been prevented. However, there are such a thing as accidents, and I believe that I am so darn lucky I've never been on the receiving end of such. You could lock me in jail, execute me, burn me daily with cigarette butts, and make me drink gasoline, but nothing, NOTHING would compare to the pain of losing my baby. NOTHING. To a parent who this truly was accidental, there would be no greater punishment.
I pray the "it could never happen to me" never happens to me.