A solar eruption. What I like in this one is the debris falling back in to the Sun, chunks of stuff make flashes larger than the Earth.
English Bob: Little Bill, well I thought you was, well I thought that you were dead. I see you’ve shaved your chin whiskers off.
Little Bill Daggett: I was tasting the soup two hours after I ate it.
English Bob: Well, actually, what I heard was that you fell off your horse, drunk of course, and that you broke your bloody neck.
Little Bill Daggett: I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead ‘til I found out it was just that I was in Nebraska.
— Richard Harris and Gene Hackman, “The Unforgiven”