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A friend of mine assures me the following stories are true.
The first is just a little background, so we know what sort of person we are dealing with.
He had about half a dozen kids. One day he was standing in the back yard yelling out, "Kevin, Kevin." His wife opened the back door and yelled out, "We haven't got a kid called Kevin." His response was, "Oh! .... OK, we'll call the next one Kevin."
One day my friend noticed that as his mate was pushing the mower over the back lawn, it was having much less effect than you would normally expect. A quick check revealed that it had no blades at all. Only the heads of the bolts were doing some damage to the grass as he mowed the lawn.
On another occasion, presumably before he broke the blades off or after he replaced them, the cat died. When he buried it in the backyard, the hole was not quite deep enough and the cat's legs protruded from the soil. Apparently one quick pass with the lawnmower was enough to solve that problem.
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