Sad for the girl and family.
Made the mistake of keeping my legs open on a 40’ jump into the water once.
Sang soprano for an hour.
I knew a guy who did that and ruptured his bladder.
A year later he still looked like warmed-over death.
In the early 80s, I jumped from about 75 feet at a place near Fontana, California called Lost Lakes. I was in my early 20s then. Keeping your feet together was rule #1!
1950s USN abandon ship drill was to clamp one hand over your nose to prevent water slamming up your nostrils, the other to cover your crotch to prevent your experience.
We hand to jump from 20 or 30 feet. I felt like I had been falling forever and looked down to see where I was - just in time to get smacked in the face on impact.