Mac was feeling a bit peckish and decided to make a fried Spam sandwich, because the market was out of canned haggis ( http://www.igourmet.com/shoppe/prodview ... rc=froogle
Showing an unusual lack of restraint he devoured not one, but two of the probably lethal sandwiches and soon began to feel woozy.
He took some Gas-X and Tums and washed them down with a good single malt, then took to the couch for a nap.
The combination of questionable cuisine and gastronomic remedies began to work on his subconscious and he proceeded to dream that he was the Hindenburg, not the Baron, the airship.
Making his way to the airfield in Lakehurst he began to feel internal pressure building in his mid-section and, in what can only be described as a Spam-plosion, burst into flames and burned to a crisp in his living room.
Authorities filed his case away as another incidence of spamtaneous 'human' combustion.