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If you are unfamiliar with the Final Destination franchise, here is the TL;DR: A group of people cheat death after a vivid premonition. Death, being a petty and creative artist, then comes back to erase them using a Rube Goldberg machine of everyday accidents—logging trucks, tanning beds, escalators, and pool drains.

If you search for this trend, do it with a sense of wonder, not a sense of doom. Look for the logging truck, admire the irony of the tanning bed, and then... take the next exit. Walk around the ladder. Wait for the next train.

When I searched for “Final Destination in Chicago,” I wasn’t looking for a morgue. I was looking for the L train tracks. The glass elevators. The specific intersection where a loose pipe might roll under a bus.

Specifically, the aisle with the nail guns and the loose step-stools. This is the most terrifying location because it is mundane. You don’t need a plane to die in a Final Destination movie; you just need a distracted stock boy and a faulty wire. The Verdict: Is the Search Worth It? I decided to do the full search. I opened my maps and searched: “Final Destination in Los Angeles.”

But then I looked up. I saw the loose grate on the sidewalk. I heard the screech of the bus brakes. I watched a crane swing a steel beam over a crosswalk.