Witnessing violent/traumatic death is no joke. I was driving next to a small airfield in a suburb of Salt Lake City with my then infant son in his car seat in the back. I noticed a small plane that had just taken off kind of rising and falling erratically before stalling out and plunging into the ground. No explosion, but it caught fire quick and by the time I was pulled over, the whole plane was on fire. This was about 30 yards away from me on the other side of a security fence. I pulled over, got over to the fence, and I could see the pilot burning inside. The first vehicle to arrive on the inside of the fence was just a civilian car, and a young woman got out and got within maybe 5-10 yards of the cockpit and just started wailing in a way I had never heard before. Emergency vehicles arrived pretty quickly, but they couldn't do much. Plane burned down super quick, and the pilot certainly was dead by the time they got there. I read in the paper the next day that he was just a local pilot who flew advertising banners over sporting events. He was taking off to go fly something over a minor league baseball game when he had some sort of engine trouble and boom he was gone. That event fucked with me for quite awhile, and recalling it now, I can still see the dude in the cockpit. I hope it does not stick with you like it did me, @Ghost of LL. Here's a photo of the aftermath and the news article: