Years ago I was making a video about describing a stone that I found on an Orcas beach, and I was consulting with geologists and biologists. I met at a local cafe with a marine biologist to get her opinion about barnacles on the stone. As we were talking, a man at the next table mentioned that he thought the stone was possibly volcanic. He also said he had a petrologist friend I should talk to.
Nice coincidence. The guy said his name was something-something... I'm not good with names and pretty much forget them instantly.
Later, I'm with the biologist on the beach, looking at barnacles when a P-51 Mustang comes screaming overhead on a low pass over the island. I lived on Orcas and I had never seen that before.
"Oh, that's Bill Anders," said the biologist. "Remember, you met him at the Orcas Hotel cafe. He was on Apollo 8."
That made a lot of sense. The Apollo astronauts were trained field geologists!
I suspect his crash was a suicide. I come from a flying family and this is how pilots commonly fantasize about dying on their own terms.