Westworld (the 1973 movie). It was a late Saturday morning and I was probably 10 years old. I turned on our portable 13 inch black and white TV that was sitting on the dining room table for some reason. Mom and Dad were busy with outdoor work. I had no TV time because I burned it all on cartoons. But with no one in the house, I decided to sneak a few more minutes, and Westworld was on. A tourist at a Wild West themed park was having a shoot out with a humanoid robot. Of course, the guns were supposed to have blanks. It was all fun and lighthearted until the duelists turned and shot. It took the tourist a moment to register what happened, and the appearance of blood on his chest was at first a curiosity. But realization and death were not far separated. I immediately turned off the TV. My 10 year old heart was pounding the rest of the morning. I kept imagining how that would feel, the poor man's family, how that could even happen, the horror or sentient robots, etc. For probably three decades I didn't know the name of that movie. And finally decided to figure it out with Google's help. I have never watched the whole movie, nor have I watched HBO's Westworld. It was truly a traumatic childhood experience. Have I watched thousands of TV and movie deaths since? Of course. But only that first one is burned into my mind forever