At the tail end of sophmore year, some freshman girl had died in a gruesome car crash.
The day before, I had sliced the palm of my hand open throwing a piece of driftwood into a lake for a video, not knowing that the wood had a rusty fucking nail hanging off of it. I cleaned the wouind and decided to treat it with some 4x4 bandage pads and an ACE wrapping around it.
Fast forward to the Monday where we all came back from the weekend to hear of this girl dying. The school decided to hold four memorial services (for each class, with the Freshmen's being longer for obvious reasons).
During mine, I had sat with most of my friends and even some people I barely talked to. I was adjusting my bandage when all of a sudden, the 4x4 pad SHOT out of my palm, landing about 5 rows down and in the aisle. I quickly got up and retrieved it.
When I got back, all my friends and pretty much the entire section was in absolute hysterics, all while the Principal is up there telling us where to go if we were grieving, who we should talk to, etc. I joined them in laughing until we were shot an evil eye by a teacher.
It was one of the top 10 moments of my life. :-)