Not airline related but...
This isn't flight related but.... *thousand km stare* There was... the incident.
When I was young, we were visiting some family members in their apartment, which was near the top floor of the building. We needed to go out, maybe to the store, I can't recall anymore. I get into the elevator with one of said family members and as we start to descend, the trigger release was heard. A reasonably impressive guttural warble that would make any giggle.
But the humour quickly turned into shock and dismay as the aroma reached our nostrils. The dismay led to barely controlled panic as the smell, somehow, just kept getting _worse_. It was as if a portal to the most fearsome depths of hell had erupted in his lower colon. We couldn't laugh at the absurdity of it all, because that required breathing, and we were now desperately holding our breaths and wiping the tears from our eyes as we watched the floor indicator with the intensity of a sniper waiting to take a history-making kill shot.
Finally, we reached the ground floor and we charged through the barely open doors, gasping for sweet, sweet air. To the sizable crowd waiting for us to get out, it probably looked like we were stifling laughter from a really good joke. If only they knew. We watched in horrific fascination as they all piled into the elevator to go to their respective destinations. When the doors closed, we gave silent wishes of good luck and godspeed as we began walking to the building entrace to continue our day. That's when we heard a sound and looked back to see the elevator doors open again. The entire group desperately ran out of the elevator, coughing, choking and very very nauseous. One of them manages to wheeze, "Jesus Christ somebody died in there!".
We ran out the door before the angry mob could turn on us, laughing that hysterical laughter of someone whose just survived a death-defying event.