Of course! Way too many.
Worst of all:
-A woman who was deeply depressed because she had been abused by her father at 12. She was very religious and kind. I met her on a French site, and she told me more than she told her shrink. She died from leukemia and asked me before her death to help her young daughter over the net.
-Her husband who became my friend, a really kind man who lost an awful lot.
-Their 11 yo daughter who got in a deep depression and was verbally abused by her grandmother and in school.
-The 28 yo sister of my friend who helped the father (and me) with the girl: she could discuss delicate feminine subjects with a 12 yo girl. Impossible for me, hard for Armand.
The mother died, the daughter failed two suicide attempts, got in deep coma at the second, woke up died from a third attempt while I was waiting for her on the computer.
Then the father (my friend) crashed his Toyota Hilux against a concrete pillar at 100 mph on a straight road.
Then I didn't hear anymore from the man's sister but she had full blown metastased cancer, thus I don't think someone of the family survived, except probably the sister's husband an her kid. I didn't hear from him either.
I spent many evenings chatting with that family. My wife sent little presents to the girl, she was buried with one. I still have a childish drawing the girl mailed me through the post, here on my wall in this room. An elephant. (I joked a lot about elephants with her)
R. I. P. Cathy, Carole, Armand and Elise. :-(
When I think about them, I hope there's a paradise where they're together: that's what Carole promised Cathy and that's also what motivated Cathy to kill herself. (That's also one of the reasons I dislike religions so much)
I never met them IRL They lived in some forgotten little town 400 miles from here.
I hate seeing a Toyota Hilux or lookalike ever since. It hurts every time. And there are way too many of them.
This question HURTS. Feeling very sad now:-(
And there have been more.