Not counting open casket funerals, 5 dead in a head on collision a couple hundred yards down the road from the tobacco barn I working on with my grandfather. I was about 7 or 8.
Black guy had a heart attack on a tractor and rolled off under the rear wheel. He was popped open pretty bad. I was around 13 or 14 then.
Watched my first wife die in a hospital room then just a few years later my mother in another hospital room.
Calling the first wife's parents with that news was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
A childhood friend lost his 31 year old son last Sat. I'm not going to his funeral, I think I'm done with funerals. Not even going to be one for me, already fixed that.
