When I was 10(1993), I went on vacation with my mom, brother and his friend to Orange Beach. We stayed at the Perdido Beach Resort, one of the only places on the island at the time and was very upscale for its time. We unloaded our stuff in the room and we set out on a beach walk. My brother and his friend, were 5 years older than I was, so on the way to the beach we stopped by the cigarette machine(it was 93, they were $2 and had the pull knobs). Once they had their Marlboro's, which I still can't pronounce, we walked out to the beach. At this time is was a typical first day beach walk, until we saw a man float onto the shore unconscious. Some on the beach was able to revive him and as a group of 5-7 gathered we wondered if he was alone. We, being kids could not offer much, so we set out walk and smoke. About 1/8 of a mile down the beach his wife washes up at our feet and she was beyond dead. The ambulance came and they tried to revive her, but there was nothing they could do. Anyone have anything like this happen to you? What's your story?