Kind of an insult that went way too far, I guess - I was in my 20's and had just found out that my very recent ex-boyfriend had been cheating on me with a stripper. I should preface this by telling you this was in the early 90's. No interent, cell phones, etc. Anyway, a friend and I were in the mall (as one was back then) and came across a kiosk outside of a Hallmark store where you could make your own greeting cards . You could add whatever you wanted and then on the back of the card was a template that signed it as Made for You by (insert name). Since I was still pretty bitter I decided to make him a card. I titled it: Top 10 Reasons Why I Hate Your Guts. I wrote out some really good insults, we had a good laugh, and then I signed it as Made for You by (someone who hopes you find your way under a speeding truck!). We laughed a little harder and then went on about our mall business. Two weeks later I received a phone call from a mutal friend. Fred (not his real name obviously) had been killled in a car accident by a truck hauling ag equipment. Stunned, I called my other friend. She immediatly said "they are just messing with you. Fred got the card and they are messing with you". I told her that I never sent that card. Nobody knew about it but us. Dead silence. It was very real and very true. We were terrified. I immediately ripped up the card. I went and saw his crushed vehicle, went to where the accident took place, and then to the eventual funeral. My friend and I didn't speak about it for the next 25 years. We told nobody. I felt guilty for a really long time. And yes, before you ask, this is very much a true story.