When I was 13, my family was returning from service overseas, and my dad took us on a tour of Europe in a VW bus. We obtained an audience with the Pope (due to my little brother who wrote the Pope a letter asking to meet him) so our family of eight thought we would be in a small room with the Pope.
Turned out they had just opened a new audience hall, and there was room for thousands of people, so it was a big crowd.
In the middle of the thing, the Pope was saying something in Italian we didn’t understand, and everyone around us gasped...my mother asked a couple of nuns in front of us what happened, and she said they just received word that three Soviet cosmonauts had died in re-entry.