My grandfather and great-uncle were part of the large group of people that helped clean up the debris from that roof collapse. They were told that there was no one in the stadium so there were no deaths or searches necessary. My great-uncle and some other guys decided to mess with his brother (my grandfather) by taking some twisted metal in the rough shape of a stick figure, dressing it in clothes and hiding it under a pile of wreckage for my grandfather to find. My great-uncle always talks about the way my grandfather's face looked when he lifted up something, saw the "body", and fell backwards on his ass trying to get away from it.