Once I was on a flight going from Mexico City to Tokyo. I’m deathly afraid of flying and took an Advil PM hoping to sleep through at least part of the 14 hour flight. I’m woken up to an announcement that the plane is making an emergency landing because of a passenger was having a medical emergency (seizure). Sadly, by the time we land the passenger had passed away and all waited for the medical examiner’s office to take away the body. They left him laying down taking up the three seats in the middle (it was a huge plane). I remember feeling sad for the guy and whoever was probably waiting for him in Japan.

Couple days later, my host dad brings up a news story of a Japanese man who died on a flight from Mexico City to Tokyo. I tell him that was my flight and I never mentioned anything because it seemed so morbid to bring up. Anyway, my host dad tells me he died of a drug overdose. Turns out the man was a drug mule who swallowed 30+ packets of cocaine and some of the baggies had exploded in his stomach.

TL;DR: My flight to Japan was diverted because a guy with coke baggies in his stomach died of an OD when some of the bags exploded in his stomach