The one that keeps coming back is the lobster story -
Some brother has a study with someone who offers to pay (due to owning a crustacean emporium of some kind) for the study in lobsters.
This story, I've heard in various versions at least three times. The funny thing is, I know where it comes from. There was a book, No Man's Blood, about a doctor who was a leader in cooperating with the dubs on the blood thing - and this sick witness offers to pay for his cancer operation in lobsters.
Although the psychotropic effect of several dozen cases of live lobsters arriving via UPS would certainly make the experience an enjoyable one for me, I'm actually not a big fan of lobster and would have to decline shellfish oriented payment schemes.
Hundreds of feelers and eyestalks poking out between the splintered wooden slats, the earnest snapping of countless claws clicking in anticipation... shiver...
CZAR of the Creeped Out Klass...