Is the publication of Malone final?

Like Rasputin before him, Post Malone refuses to die. Barely two weeks after the bearded mystic passed the disaster, when his private jet blew two landing tires during takeoff, Post again avoided forgetting. Last night in West Hollywood, he had a serious car accident that left his Rolls Royce Wraith very shaken, but his ground body unscathed. "You can not kill me, motherfucker," he told the paparazzi, with the cautious joy of a man who knows it could have been worse.

According to Blast, no one was charged or accused of an accident, which occurred between Post's Rolls and Kia near Blvd. Santa Monica. There would have been no drugs or alcohol on either side and Post itself seems clear and lucid in the video on the paparazzi. (His assistant was apparently the only one to drive.)

We are delighted to hear that everyone is well, but the accident raises the disturbing prospect that Post Malone is in the final destination phase. Perhaps, after cheating death in the air, he is now haunted by a mind that refuses to rest until all accounts are settled. Or maybe he is right in the middle of a series of misfortunes. The rapper himself mentioned the possibility of some kind of paranormal activity on Twitter:

Attention, Posty.