My beef with the Final Destination bullshit

So, we have on our hands, ANOTHER Final Destination movie. Apparently, we need four of them to really hammer home the point: If you are lucky enough to see your own death before it happens, and try to save innocent people, it'll come back and bite you on the ass. Probably literally, if happen to be at a zoo anywhere from one hour to five days after either you got saved or someone saved you. Way to try and make good deeds feared. You generally WANT people to do what these people are doing. Why discourage it? If I'm on a plane and someone is all, "It's gonna crash GET THE FUCK OFF!" What should I do? Let it take off with me on it, or get off and get killed in some other weird way? The choices. THE CHOICES. Basically, I'm fucked and it's all a matter of how I'd like to die. I'm getting off that plane and heading to my local liquor store and getting my ass drunk. Then I don't care WHAT happens.
Also, what about the people who don't choose to be "saved"? Huh? What the hell happens to them? It's not their fault some asshole tried to save their life. But they get punished anyways? Lovely. In the first movie, people were PUSHED off the plane against their will, but they still died in horrific ways. Like, I get Death has this master plan and all, but really? There are six billion people (and counting) on the planet. Is little ole me (NO JOKES) going to make that big of a difference?
I would also like to take the time to complain about the way people die. The movies take place in average towns, average cities. Everywhere, America, if you will. I know where I come from if a group of five-eight people survived a freak accident only to be killed in five-eight OTHER freak accidents, I'd think it was pretty fucking weird. That isn't normal, okay? The people in these movies do not just die in, like, a car accident, or anything. They die when they get locked in a freezer overnight or if a chunk of the moon rips off and falls directly on them. It's the stupidest ways and totally unbelievable. If you survive racecars falling on you, only to go the mall and get sucked into the escalator, I'd say you have shitty luck. I'd want to know who in your town is responsible for building or maintaining shit, because they need to be fired. They obviously suck at their job. Can you imagine eight freak accidents in one town? Like, wtf?? Don't you people have a safety board? People in charge of shit like this to make sure it doesn't happen once, let alone FIVE TO EIGHT TIMES IN A WEEK! Also, I like how the director always makes it a point to show some trivial thing as the cause of the massacre. For instance, someone's bracelet breaking and one of the charms falls on the ground and the next thing you know a fucking building fell down on a group of kids on a class trip but some strung out little kid managed to save his best friend, girlfriend, the kid he hates, that kid's girlfriend, an outcast and some other random person who just happened to get out in the shuffle. Again, I get Death has this whole plan and shit, but if I survived and I wasn't supposed to, does Death really want me to die in some fucked up, horrific way? Death can't give me terminal cancer or a brain aneurysm so I die peacefully in my sleep? I have to get severed in half and then have my face run over by a bus full of nuns? Really, Death? REALLY? You're kind of rude. There, I said it.
I'm sorry, but BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLSHIT!
Did people actually go and see this movie? Seriously? SERIOUSLY?
For all those who did, don't you know Inglourious Basterds was in theaters? Don't you know that was quite possibly one of the most amazing movies I have ever seen? This may be a little premature, but it has a solid spot on the Top Ten movies of my life and a tentative spot on the Top Five (let me live a little longer).
More on Inglourious Basterds later. However, Gooch, you know what I'm talkin' about already. BONES!