The metaphor of everything that is alive is in its own Schrodinger's box is wonderful and scary at the same time. Such a deep thought, it makes me think differently about a bunch of things in my life, especially people I care about.
While reading this I'm thinking about a person in particular. I'm in this limbo where I'm scared to death to suddenly receive news of her death. The path of her life seems to lead that way and I don't know how to do more to save her without ruining my own life in the process. I'm watching her from outside the box and don't know if she's already dead or not...
I know I can't give advice on this matter, but I can say I feel the same way whenever I stub my toe, have cut myself while opening a box, or working with some tools, or whatever. The anxiety of looking to see how bad the wound is is always worse than the wound itself.
If you are the type of person who thinks that alternate realities / parallel universes are a thing (I think I am one of those types of people) then while the status may be indeterminate in our current observable realm, your analogue in the other places knows.
They are everything, all at once, simultaneously. At least that is how I deal with my nausea at multiverse theory.