Several years ago I had a small party at my house. Nothing too crazy, but some people did get pretty intoxicated. I was walking around the house, checking to see that everything was in order, when one of my guests asked me, "Hey, what's this really heavy tin?" I replied, "Well, that's my brother's urn."
His face immediately went white with wide, scared eyes. I figured he just thought he put his foot in his mouth, so I smiled and told him it was no big deal.
The next day I got an email from him. He was very apologetic, but basically said that he had accidentally broken a little statue that was next to the urn. Being drunk, he panicked, and tried to find a place to put it. So he opened up what he thought was a tin, and put it in there.
I had to do something about this immediately, as I had to figure out a way to glue the statue back together before the rents arrived. This meant opening up the urn and taking it out. It wasn't pleasant by any means.
The next time I saw the guy, he again started apologizing profusely. I just smirked and said, "Don't worry about it. At least I got to see my brother again."
(I enjoy sardonic humor. It's not for everyone).