If you throw me out the window, you’ll leave a grieving wife, but drop me in the middle of a door, and you might just save a life. What am I?

I’m born when giants meet their end, yet even light can’t escape my bend. I warp both time and stretch out space, with singularity at my base. No surface have I, no solid face, but cross my edge and there’s no retrace.

The more you spend on me, the more I can give back. I can build people's futures or I can break their backs. What am I?

I have twenty-four faces, it’s hard to believe. When you look at me I have sixteen vertices. Eight cubes when unfolded in this reality. Thirty-two edges is quite the sight to see.

Chaos reigns throughout my form, For randomness, I am the norm. A single twirl, and some despair while others laugh, and call me fair. I dance across a thousand tables I decide games, and sometimes fables.