One night, a coked up twat got so annoyed that I wouldn't play a Bruno Mars song (even after I told him four times that I didn't have it) that he held his pint over the desk and gestured that he was going to start pouring it over the sliders.
As the security hauled him out, he shouted that he'd wait for me outside and stab me to death.
"Here lies the DJ. Cause of death: Failure to play a Bruno Mars song"