Here is my sad one. The accident that killed my Grandmother back in 1956. She worked for an antique dealer, and had this wagon loaded with furniture in the back. Drove at highway speeds through an intersection not aware they had the other side closed down with a truck parked crossways in the road blocking it. At night, no flairs, only a small "closed for construction" sign, and the truck parked crossways in the road. Furniture came forward and crushed her into the steering wheel. Killed instantly. Sad day for the family in 1956.