I love the Fat Pete story, but that is actually pretty smart to play it off as a toy gun joke. Brilliant!

Another one of my favorites happened in Chicago, I think, when I guy blew a few fingers off while working on the detonator cap of a bomb.

Also, wasn't there a guy in NY who was burglarizing a jewelry store in the 50's that fell in through the hole he cut in the roof, fell to the floor, broke an arm, leg and some ribs, and waited until they opened in the morning to get to the hospital?