The Darwin Awards

In case you aren't familiar with the Darwin Awards, they are "A Chronicle of Enterprising Demises" or, in other words, killing oneself accidently due to absolute stupidity and therefore saving the genepool from hapless biological heritance.

I love 'em! But then I have a sick sense of humour, perhaps.

The way to win a Darwin Award is clear.

You must be responsible for your own death due to your own stupidity. Like the man who stuffed boxes into a hydraulic box crusher with his foot only to find it sucked his foot (and the rest of him) into the press. Or the man who decided to re-enact Benjamin Franklin's lightening experiment only without any of the precautions for safety, and made a kite and attached a piece of copper wire to it. The lightening bolt travelled (predictably enough) down the length of the high tensioned wire and killed him. The best bit is that the man in question was an electrician who really ought to have known better!

The official rules read as follows:

Reproduction
Out of the gene pool: dead or sterile.
Excellence
Astounding misapplication of judgment.
Self-Selection
Cause one's own demise.
Maturity
Capable of sound judgment.
Veracity
The event must be true.