Well, sure, if you keep re-starting the count after every third one, then folks always die in threes.
Heard that bit about threes all my life, sometimes it seems so real, like when one of my aunts died and her son, my first cousin just a year younger than I, died four days later, he couldn’t attend his mother’s funeral because he was terminal with a brain tumor and when I came home from his funeral the first thing I see on TV news is that my next door neighbor had died in the crash of a small plane that he was piloting. It really was a four though because a fourteen year old boy was also killed in the plane crash, my neighbor had flown to the farm where the boy lived, he landed there and then took the boy’s sister up and flew her around and then took the boy up and the engine died just high enough off the ground on takeoff to be fatal.