I think the first I saw - I would have been a kid at the time.- was a motorcyclist whose face collected the corner of the tray on a flat bed truck. I saw it happen, and he didn't even seem to hit it hard. He had a black helmet with a dark-tinted visor, and there was a bit of a white mark on the visor where he hit. Otherwise you'd never have known what happened, but he was floppy dead before he hit the ground, poor bloke.
I've seen a few since. One in particular sticks out, and that was a bloke who had just shot a bunch of people at a shopping mall and then, running out of ideas, blew his own brains out, quite literally, with an SKS. He was left out uncovered while the scene was secured and investigation commenced, and I spent a while there nearby, overlooking his corpse and talking to a bloke who'd witnessed the final moments.The main thing that sticks out is that seeing this bloke's corpse didn't bother me a bit. I did feel for the poor innocents he'd killed though.
