Humans are so very...lame. We mostly are only capable of small beer and badly played pub trivia. Our lives are often small answers to great questions.

Whose dead? His dead. Who is dead? Depends on your life. Who is dead in your own life? We forget. We all forget. We all forget even those who we loved the most. That is worth begging forgiveness for, dontcha think?

Linking necessity to chance and apologizing to both if mistaken. Mistaken about what?

Emotional tone of apology. Apology for what? to whom? These are the templates implied by the word 'apology'.

Classic assonance under and one. Why do that? Because it hints at another inner rhyme--sun, a small star.