You May Not Be Protected!

There might be a scorpion in your shoe.  

The Blue Angels, executing a wide, sweeping turn.  The "slot man" may lose his concentration for a moment, and the whole thing will turn into an enormous fireball with your GPS coordinates marked in it.

Around the next bend in this path in the woods, a mother bear protecting her cubs.

The harsh mid-day sun shining on your nose triggers a cascade of cancer cells, sealing your fate.

Best to build your own coffin out of simple pine, crawl inside it, and use a little stick to prop up the lid for ventilation, until ventilation no longer is needed.