Back in the early eighties, (1981?), I was home at my parents house for Spring break. It was March, and still windy and chilly for that time of year. Their home sat across a road from a large-ish lake, which was famous in the area for its fishing. On one particular day, two men went out fishing on the lake in a little boat. It was super windy that day, and the water was choppy. The boat capsized, and they both drowned. One body was found pretty much right away, but the other went missing. It took a couple days for the police to locate the body, and when they did, news crews appeared in front of the house. From an upstairs window, I could see them loading the body, (in a body bag), onto a gurney and into the back of an ambulance. I didn't know the guys or their family, but I cried all day.