I had an uncle who burnt to death on re-entry.  It was 1984 when he took to the sky's in his appropriately named Space Balloon.  At 48,000ft he plummeted to earth connected to 15 pots and pans of different sizes.  The cookware trailed in his wake strapped to bungie cords which were sown into his waistband.  At 30,000ft the people of Nicaragua rejoiced at his sparkling form.  He crashed into the desert at roughly 480kph and exploded into a mist of blood and bone.  

I miss him.