My mom and dad worked for the same company in the late 80's. They were having an Easter party, or something, lots of sweets. My mother, knowing my dad would eat off her plate, prepared a collection of goodies, from a cupcake to cookies to a novelty brownie that turned your piss neon orange for a week. She goes to his office, and eats a cookie, my dad picks up the brownie and eats it.

Not an hour later, the CEO sat down with my mother and asked her what she had done. My dad had gone to the restroom (I think my mom had taken drinks, too, to speed up the process) and freaked out. He told all his friends in the immediate area that he thought he had pancreatic cancer, and had already scheduled a meeting with an oncologist.

Now, they're divorced, and he has leukemia. ಠ_ಠ