Nowadays, yes they are. Back in the 60s-70s, not so much. I’m not sure when the first JFK CT was invented, but it was at least a couple years after the fact. Today, they invent them before the gun barrel of the shooter has cooled.
The story is that the statue killed him by falling on him. According to the linked article, it didn’t crush him. Not sure if the difference is an improvement, though.
Around the same time, there was a very promising band called For Squirrels (this name ranks right up there with The The as being very difficult to find with a search engine) that also ended tragically; IIRC something like 3 of the 5 band members died in a van crash.
The Minutemen’s D. Boon also died in a freak car accident in the mid 1980s, just as the band was on the cusp of the big time. He was headed into Tucson to meet the parents of a woman he was planning to marry; he was in a sleeping bag in the back of a van because he wasn’t feeling well and she was driving, and IIRC she fell asleep at the wheel and went off the road, and the van’s back door popped open, he slid out, and died instantly when he hit his head on the pavement and his neck snapped.
My mother was 6 months pregnant with me when JFK was assassinated. My father, whose degree is in secondary history education, has raised all of us kids to not believe the party line about it.
(On a not totally unrelated note, some years back, my sister showed up at their house wearing a T-shirt that said “FRANZ FERDINAND” on it. She explained to him that it was also the name of a band.)
That happened as well to a up-and-coming Atlanta indy band called The Jody Grind in 1992; the band dissolved after a drunk driver killed two of its members.
Mary Surratt, the Lincoln conspirator. Despite what a movie might lead you to believe, she was in it up to her eyeballs. But famous for being a female being hanged.
I happened to be walking outside the 40 Watt Club in Athens, Georgia on night in 1991, and heard this amazing voice that was so mesmerizing that I had to go in to listen. It was Kelly Hogan.
My money is on John Henry Carpenter. The Scottsdale Police Department had no homicide division in 1978 so was unable to process the evidence gathered properly, IMHO.
“Elvis, Mama Cass, Hendrix. I call this my Greatest Pukes album… all great artists that asphyxiated on their own vomit! You can’t get this in stores, man!"