I'll describe two here.
1: As I was coming home from school, one of my cousin's dads picked me up to get gas, and I saw on a poster after we arrived that my dad had passed away at the gas station. I was in shock at that time, and so I began to ask my cousin's dad about it. He confirmed it, and I was driven to a funeral to see my dad's procession and my relatives giving eulogies. I didn't see the reaction of my siblings, but I was shocked as shocked can be and I woke up crying.
2: My brother was sleeping in my parent's bedroom, and I walked up to him to wake him up. As I was trying to do so, a gun randomly appeared on my hand and I accidentally shot him in the mouth. He was still asleep, but I began to panic, and hysterically sob as I called emergency services to get him. I couldn't tell my parents about it, because I was in utter disbelief at that time. I later saw him get out of his hospital bed, and he survived, but his tongue was sticking out and had almost no way to talk at that time. After visualizing about him all grown up and talking like this, I decided to snap out of it and to say it was traumatic was... certainly something.
So... death.