I seem to remember hearing an account–probably in the Book of Lists–where one person in a couple needed a transplant to live, something major like a heart, liver, or lung, and the other person just happens to die and provides a good match.
Has anything of this nature* actually *occurred, or was this just poetic license?
Aside: this scenario was the subject of a song by Buck Dharma on his “Flat Out” album as well. At least, that was what the donee had assumed.