Columbia.

Imagine that very last moment; upon re-entry there’s the tiniest hole in the shuttle and it’s enough to cook you a turkey in seconds. It’s already hot to begin with, but now your skin is pretty much melting off—the pain is unbearable. After that point you’re probably dead and if you’re alive, I feel sorry for you. Then you obliterate into thousands, if not millions, of little peices scattered across the country. You’re instantly a hero.