In 1980, a man lives on the 30th floor of his building. Every morning he wakes up, gets ready, kisses his wife, takes the elevator down to the first floor, and goes to work.
One morning, he wakes up, gets ready, kisses his wife, and gets in the elevator, exactly as he always has done. The morning is exactly the same as any other morning, and no one else was in their apartment.
The man is alone in the elevator and there are no windows in or visible from the elevator. Without receiving any communication of any kind, or the man being in any danger of any harm, he begins crying when the elevator reaches the 12th floor, because he knows his wife has died.
How is this possible?
Notes (added later) to eliminate "too broad" answers:
His wife was alive when he left the apartment.
The man loved his wife, and would never harm her in any way.
And for the more extreme options:
The man had a boring typical day job. No danger involved. The laws of physics have not been repealed, and there are no mythical or fiction occurrences happening.
As always, aliens are not involved.