I was looking toward the north when I saw several shiny objects going across the sky from generally west to east. Mentioned it to the family when they returned to the car and didn't think too much about it after that. (the kids insisted on listening to music on the radio)
We arrived at the funeral site and I noticed several shuttle shaped balloons over the grave. (turns out the guy was a NASA buff)
Later, at the wake, my Wife's Uncle came up to me and asked if I'd heard about Columbia. Suddenly it all became a lot more clear. I had seen Columbia's re-entry.
There's no way they could of survived and there's few days in my life as weird as that one.
I hope it stays that way!