I remember the time a burglar died trying to slither down the chimney of a Detroit clothing store. He was there for about six months, with his legs sticking up in the air. The store owners noticed a funny smell, but didn't think much about it until the furnace failed to work come cold weather.
The only thing out of the ordinary was the rooftop, and the guys legs, were visible to one whole side of the Detroit Police Department headquarters.
The best one, though, was the guy who came down a vent hood and landed in the fry vat.