The closest I came was last summer when (in a two-month period), my father had a stroke and ended up in a rehab hospital; my stepmother died of a sudden heart attack; my step sister had a near-fatal stroke; my stepbrother had his 4th, 5th, and 6th DWIs (which my family decided my partner and I should bail him out since we had bought a house and therefore we had to be flush with money (!) -- and no, we
didn't bail him out of jail!

); my uncle and aunt in the same family on my mother's side of the family died within one month of each other; my other uncle was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer; and I picked up a serious staph infection from the rehab hospital (where I was trying to help the other patients in addition to my father).
I didn't get "the full-fledged breakdown" but it was a two months I wouldn't care to go through again any time soon, nor was the six months' emotional recovery from that much fun, either!
"Aside from
that, Mrs. Lincoln - how was the play?" That pretty much describes last summer.