Another two - warning - could contain aspects of urban legend...
1) Cousin George used to be a police constable many moons ago and I remember him telling us all a fantastic story:

He was called out with two or three colleagues to a rather messy suicide where some poor elderly bloke had thrown himself in front of a high speed train, rendering himself literally completely in pieces. After an hour or so of retrieving his separate body parts George and the other fellas had failed to locate his left arm, however hard they tried, and wherever they looked.
Upon informing the deceased man's widow of his demise,George had to admit to her that although they'd gathered most of him up, they were none the wiser as to where the missing arm was.
Her reply?
"Somewhere in Normandy I think - he lost it during the war".

2) Never knew if this was really true or not but my Dad (who was a copper at the time) told us a yarn involving a body found in the woods, crucially, on the bank of a small stream that marked the boundary of our town and the next (adjoining) one. Both of which, naturally, have their own police stations.
The story went that due to the enormous amount of paperwork that a body discovery entails, town A's rozzers carefully lifted it over the stream and into town B. Their problem now!
I'd love to believe that one.
( BobbyParadise, Wed 28 Sep 2005, 11:51, Reply)