Old: I remember as a kid being around for my aunt & uncle’s move from an apartment. The last piece of my aunt’s furniture, an upright piano, was loaded by my dad and uncle into the back of the pick-up. Grandma and I were in the following car and watched, horrified (mesmerized?), as the truck climbed a steep hill and the piano came rolling out the back and smashed on the street in front of us. My aunt loved that piano. She cried for days. I was about 8 and admit to laughing when it happened- it was one of the funniest things I had ever seen actually happen right in front of me (I blame it on watching too much TV).
What's Your Worst Moving Horror Story?
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