Stories of a short, fat bastard.

Or Arthur C Clark's short story of three spaceships, one American, one British and one Russian which come across a Black Hole. The British and Russian ships skirt the edges of the Event horizon and survive more or less intact, but only small fragmants of the American one are found, indeed they only recognise the remains when they see a Star Mangled Spanner.

Don't blame me, Den started it.