When we were students at BYU, a young couple (more destitute than we were), moved out of the ward. They didn't have anything boxed up and we were all in a hurry since it was near the end of a semester. About a third of the ward showed up. To speed the process we were just grabbing individual drawers and filling our cars with them. One poor guy grabbed a drawer of Sister Destitute's unmentionables, and tripped going up the stairs, spilling the contents all over the lawn. A few of us watched in slow motion as he tried to decide if he was going to pick them up and put them back in the drawer. Nobody would touch them until Sister D came back from the new apartment and hurriedly threw them in a bag.

Another young(ish) couple moved out of our ward into a neighboring ward in WA. When we went to get the bed in the master bedroom we lifted the mattress off of the box spring, only to find about 50 opened (ahem) wrappers that had been shoved between the mattress and box spring. Bro M turned 50 shades of red as he quickly tried to gather them up before anyone (everyone) noticed.