The Sunday edition of the SF Chronicle had a front page story about the Jim Jones massacre and Harvey Milk's slaying, which happened within 10 days of each other 30 years ago.
Turns out, I just moved into the neighborhood where a lot of Jim Jones' followers came from, and another odd coincidence: one of my roommates played a bit part in a made-for-TV movie about Jim Jones. Guess I should read up on that some more. So grisly, though. I'll probably get nightmares.