What is your strangest junk yard story.

Me and a buddy decided to build a clone of his half-brother's 53 Stude Starliner coupe. It had a 327 Vette motor and a 3-speed overdrive. We decided to go a few better on the interior and went for bucket seats. While my pal was stripping the dash from a Hawk, I found a 65 Rustang fb on the top of a three car stack. With no good working definition of fear and a couple of wrenches, I climbed up. Got the passenger seat out with no problem. Naturally it was the last bolt on the driver's side that was giving me fits. I kept pulling on the wrench until the bolt suddenly gave way. I slammed across the car into the (thankfully) closed passenger door. Even though I had quit moving, something else hadn't. The car slowly slid off the stack and crashed onto the ground with me in it. I cleared my head, threw the seat out the window, and took my buddy's hand to climb out. No one from the office ever came out. We carried our prizes up to the office, paid for them, and left. No comments or questions. Last time I ever rode in a Mustang til the Cobra R came out.