Just In…Fox News:

In a devastating tragedy, former U.S. President Joe Biden,

his wife Dr. Jill Biden,

and their grandson died today in a plane crash near the

U.S.-Canadian border.

The small private aircraft

reportedly lost contact with

air traffic control before crashing in a remote area

. Poor weather is suspected as a factor.

Rescue teams responded swiftly,

but no survivors were found.

The crash has sent shockwaves across the nation and the world.

Joe Biden, the 46th President of the United States,

was widely respected for his decades of public service.

His wife, Jill, was a noted educator and advocate.

Their tragic passing marks a sorrowful chapter in American history.

Investigations into the cause are currently underway.

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