I found this amusing anecdote on rec.music.gdead when I was doing research 
for Atomic Dog and have been since looking for an excuse to repost it:
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I am absolutely not making this incident up; 
in fact I have it all on videotape.  The tape is 
from a local TV news show in Oregon, which 
sent a reporter out to cover the removal of a 
45-foot, eight-ton dead whale that washed up 
on the beach.  The responsibility for getting rid 
of the carcass was placed with the Oregon 
State Highway Division, apparently on the 
theory that highways and whales are very 
similar in the sense that both are large objects.
So anyway, the highway engineers hit upon a 
plan (remember, I am not making this up) to 
blow up the whale with dynamite. The thinking 
was that the whale would be blown into small 
pieces, which would then be eaten by seagulls 
and fish.  That would be that, a textbook whale 
removal.  So they moved the spectators back up 
the beach, put a half-ton of dynamite next to 
the whale and set it off.  What follows, on the 
videotape, is one the most priceless events in 
the history of the universe.  First you see the 
whale carcass disappear in a huge blast of 
smoke and flame.  Then you hear the happy 
spectators shouting "Yayy!" and "Whee!" Then, 
suddenly, the crowd's tone changes. You hear 
a new sound like "splud, splap", and you hear 
a woman's voice shouting "Here come pieces 
of...OH MY GOD!"  Something smears the camera 
lens.  Later, the reporter explains: "The humor 
of the entire situation suddenly gave way to a 
run for survival as huge chunks of whale blubber 
rained down everywhere."  One piece caved in 
the roof of a car parked more than a quarter 
of a mile away!!  Remaining on the beach were 
several large rotting whale sections the size 
of condominiums.  There was no sign of the 
seagulls who had no doubt had permanently 
relocated to Brazil.