I don't think you want to believe that it's possible.
There was a short story once without science fiction trappings, more fantasy/horror, where someone observes that the gravedigger in a small southern town always knows to dig a grave in advance. He asks what happens if the graves aren't dug, and he's told they have to be.
He plays a game of guessing who a grave will be for, but one day he's told that he'll never guess this time, and then he learns his parents were in a car crash. There's one grave, presumably for one or the other of them.
So he murders the gravedigger with his shovel, buries him in the grave that was dug for another, and both of his parents survive.
But then nobody in the town dies. His mother is paralyzed, and there's still hope, but then she has a stroke. And then there's a big fire. And nobody dies.
Finally, he takes the gravediggers tools, which have been inconspicuously following him around, and goes and digs all the needed graves.
The end of the story is that he's now old and worn out and looking forward to resting after spending many years as the new gravedigger.