The 1998 Omagh (Northern Ireland) b*mbing before picture. The man and his child stand next to the car b*mb moments before it exploded. According to the wikipedia article the photographer died while the subjects survived.

We were at a crematorium service for a family friend. The family had picked a soft, classical piece for the final commendation as the curtains closed. Someone in the AV booth clearly clicked the wrong file on the computer because instead of classical music, the opening chords of "Highway to Hell" started blasting through the speakers. It only played for about four seconds before they cut it, but the sudden silence afterward was deafening.

It was about myself. I’m one of identical triplets, and we are pretty well known around the city we live in, (have been involved in local music and a ton of community arts initiatives over the years).

The rumor though is that we aren’t triplets at all, just one person pretending to be three different people. I don’t know who started it, but it was because we were all spread so thin we were rarely out together. Since folks just being introduced only ever saw one of us at a time, the rumor grew.