A pitchfork that was hung on my garage wall with rakes and shovels fell while I was bending over and hit me in the head. 2 staples and a tetanus shot and I'm all better! Staples get removed after 5 days.
Years ago I worked in a department that had really low morale. People were quitting and being fired left and right. To improve moods, they started giving out awards. "Gotchas." "Gotcha doing something good," the director would say when handing out these poorly designed (in Word) paper certificates. You had to be nominated for a Gotcha by one of your coworkers, and since I supported everyone in the department and was relatively friendly while doing so, I was nominated a lot. Every quarter I'd get between 3 and 12 Gotchas!
But then it started becoming a joke, 'how many Gotchas is Ben going to get?' One coworker started nominating me for things like Being the Best Ben in the Department -or- Not Stealing as Much Paper as the Other Assistants.
One of my peers started getting jealous, which was ridiculous because no one else took the award seriously anymore. It went downhill from there pretty quickly and the morale booster idea turned into a way of making fun of the department and its dumb ideas and poor choices.
So to kill off the Gotcha award and make no one happy except myself, I created my own award and award committee (which consisted of me). The day before our quarterly staff meeting, I presented the trophy to a random coworker. It would sit at their desk and then I'd present it to another coworker after a couple of weeks. People would talk about it and who would get it next and (in my humble opinion) more morale was built around my dumb joke award than the official certificate.