When I was a Junior in HS, I had a couple friends build up hype around me killing myself. There was one kid in my shop class who was a real A-Hole to everyone but couldn't take the idea of dead stuff, and I wanted to make him hurt cause he beat up that little Indian kid that time.
With a stage set, a belly bag full of manacottie soaked in dark red food coloring, a fake knife, and an old TShirt, I "died" behind a bake shop oven.
My friend Ernie called for help, he practiced for days on how to do it. Everyone came rushing...
Some laughed, some where taken back, the target crapped himself alittle and had to have his dad bring him new cloths...
I myself was suspended for 3 days, and had to see the school shrink which only happened once. I explained my motives and he laughed.
As for the target, he was humbled, so it was worth it.
I love that story. It's alot better than what I did this year which was tell my boss I was going to work then sat home and drank all day after getting a late lunch with friends
