The following tale was told to me at work by a co-worker who for the sake of anonymity I shall call "Bertha". During the time period of the late 80-early 90's "Bertha" was a F/A for a now defunct Canadian airline (started with an "N") of well on to the tale...
"Bob" and his wife, who were both in their early 60's, were returning home from Europe to Toronto and after enjoying the first bit of the trip "Bob's" wife noticed that "Bob" was dead. Now according to "Bertha" the company policy was to keep the dearly departed starpped in their seats to prevent them from bouncing about the cabin in turbulence, this was at first agreeable to all. However after a very short period of time "Bob's" wife decided that she could not take sitting next to "Bob" for the next several hours asked if there was anything that could be done. Since there were no empty seats and for some reason onbody on board would switch seats and sit next to "Bob", a plan was hatched....
The lead F/A came up with the swell idea of putting "Bob" in the aft lav for the balance of the trip, locking the door and placing an out of order sign on the door. (I can imagine the sight of "Bob" being dragged down the aisle in an Airplane-esque manner). Well all went well untill it came to land, the aircraft was a DC-8 and was about 20 years + at the time of this event, well shall we say the landing was a bit rough and it seemed to peeve "Bob" a bit and to show his displeasure he decided to make his presence known by bursting part way through the bulkhead and placing his upper torso on the shoulders of the passengers occupying the seats directly in front of said bulkhead, needless to say "Bob's arrival was not welcome by these passengers.
Oh well there it is, and "Bertha" swears this is true, and I would believe pretty much anything she says. This has to be one of the best tales I've heard in a long time and is right up there with my p00p in the pocket story from the E.R.
Pray hard but pray with care For the tears that you are crying now Are just your answered prayers