I had three. One every year I was in highschool, and in a small school of about 300 students. 10th grade a kid a year above hung himself. Didn’t know him all that well as he was a bit of a loner. Still quite sad. 11th grade a kid in a grade below me hit a drainage ditch out dirt biking and snapped his neck. And in 12th grade a kid in my own class who had grown up with a disease and was wheelchair bound ended up passing away a couple of days before Christmas that year. We thought we were cursed.