Yep, statistically, everybody has a crazy uncle or other kin.
They ignore the 90 supportive family members and ask the 1 idiot.
Well, my crazy, boozing, woman chasing Uncle took a little dip in the North Atlantic in November of '42, courtesy of a German U-boat. It went down like this:
The William Clark (Liberty Ship, hull # 172), with a cargo of planes, tanks, auto tires, ammunition, and a crew of 71 men, was an easy mark for a waiting U-boat shortly after noon on 4 November. The sky was overcast, with a moderate sea running. Visibility was seven miles. The first torpedo hit amidships, flooding the engine room. The order was given to abandon ship, and after the lifeboats pulled away, two more torpedoes broke the vessel in two and sent her to the bottom. The St. Elstan and the Cape Pallister (Brit ships, I exchanged emails with a guy who served on the Cape Pallister after this incident) picked up the 41 survivors.
My uncle, one of those 41 survivors, was part of Clark's Naval Armed Guard. They were bound for Murmansk, and with the cargo to be used by Russians to help kill Germans.