Thought Experiment: Deck of Cards

I thought of this idea long ago while sitting in my Web Design class, 1. because I am immeasurably fast at coding Web sites, and 2. because of a scant influence of Schrödinger's Cat, and my impressionable teenage mind.  I will delve into the logistics of my experiment, hopefully understandable by anyone with a functioning human brain.

In the context of the experiment, there is, in fact, No experiment. Just you and me, alone in the dark. Well, harshly dimmed lighting, I suppose, as you do need to be able to see. Anyway, I am in possession of a gun. The only thing between us is a table, on top of which is a standard 52 deck of cards, my gun of course, and your folded hands, resting.
The pretenses behind how we both got here are unnecessary to understand.
I explain to you the rules of the game.
First, I will shuffle the deck, and arrange the cards into piles of 4, with 13 cards each.Then, you select a card. If the card you select is, say, a Jack of Hearts, I will hold the gun to your head, pull the trigger and kill you.
I will only play this game once, as will you.
You, of course, pull a Jack of Hearts, and, following the rules of the game, I kill you.
Now the fact that you and I play this game once factors monumentally into this situation.
Because there is one time that I shuffle the deck of cards, there is a fixed solution in which there is a Jack of Hearts on top of one of the four decks. Ultimately, no matter the odds nor the numbers or probability, the outcome of my shuffling is that there is a Jack on top of one of the groups, and you, unaware, select that card.
What I'm trying to get at is, in that time, in those seconds between you picking the card and me blowing a bullet through your brain, are you already dead?


Anyway, life has been okay, and I'm working toward my ultimate Nyota Uhura costume for the Star Trek Into Darkness Premiere (!!), as well as my (hopefully) first finished novel. My friend Michael told me my last blog post sounded like Henry Miller, though I doubt the beacon of inarticulate thought in the realm of my head is anything close to:
“Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.”
― Henry Miller

Perhaps I am just a younger H. Valentine, waiting for more life experience.
I'll get there soon enough.
In the meantime, look at the sky, and have a nice day.