What's the craziest story you've read on reddit?

This story is really sad and left me utterly speechless

So this is about to get a bit dark... I hope you can live with that and won't despise me. I haven't told anybody that I've gotten to know within the last 15 years or so that I used to have another sister, not even my wife that I've been married to for 4 years. Even my mom and dad pretends that she never existed when other people are around. All photos have been thrown out or hidden away. Questions about her are to painful for either of us as they only serve to remind us of her death – we know the question about how she died will come up eventually. And even though it's easy to get away with lies about cancer or accidents, lying only worsens the shame and turns it in to our own self-loathing. I can even find myself tearing up over how pitiful I am, rather than my sister drowning. My sister was a horse girl from as soon as she could walk. It was clearly her favorite animal at the petting zoo. My parents enlisted her in our municipality's riding school when she was 9 and of course that only led to her nagging them about getting her own horse. The folks were not to enthusiastic and said they couldn't afford it. But my sister had her mind set to having a horse, so she settled for the next best thing and started hanging out with this weird, rich chick who had her own horse, stable and the whole nine yards. They were together all the time when she had turned 13, spending the most of the time in the stable. Our parents were happy with that. They didn't have to hear the nagging about buying a horse and my sister. They had no thought about her getting mixed up with bad people while horseriding with rich schoolgirls. Later we learn that was the case. This rich girl was apparently completely fixated with sex. My sister who only liked horses probably just played along with that so she could keep seeing the horse, but they were doing weird shit it turned out. One night we got a call at our house from the sobbing mother of the friend, saying my sister had stopped breathing and that she'd been taken to the hospital. We rushed over, the whole family, just to be greated by a doctor who told us that she was dead and that she had died from drowning. They had been playing with the horses penis and my sister had it in its mouth as it blew a 250 mililiter load of semen straight down her throat and her lungs. Her friend panicked and didn't want to alarm her parents and expose what they had been doing to the poor horse. Only when my sister had stopped breathing did she come to her senses and told her mother to call for an ambulance. That family later threatened to sue us for the incident, on the count of beastiality towards their horse. The media took their side and we became known as "the beastiality family" in our small town, so we packed up, changed our names and left. I live a happy life now, but am saddened by the fact that my joy relies on surpressing the otherwise fond memories of my sister. tl;dr I am too ashamed to tell my wife about my late sister who suffocated blowing a horse.