I helped my Dad take our old boiler to the dump. We lifted it onto the edge of a regular dumpster. Just as we shoved it, an edge grabbed my coat. Needless to say I flew through the air, and landed with much force. God had it planned out. The dumpster was full of bags of shredded paper, so I was fine, but my Dad was laughing almost too hard to help me out. Was quite startling. I was expecting to have a 700+/- pound boiler land on me.