I first heard this story from Rev Dan Harper at church this past year.
My druthers are same as Sean's,
In the midst of great grief, the overpowering sorrow that comes with an unexpected loss, you aren't in any mood for pious teachings about inevitability and acceptance -- you want a miraculous escape, a for-real deus ex machina. Nevertheless, the miracles aren't forthcoming. Wishing for them is both perfectly understandable, and ultimately fruitless.
I hate to saw something's ultimately furitless though. That runs against my grain even about miracles.