This line of thought reminds me of a Dave Barry diatribe about Orlando amusement parks, from his 1992 The Only Travel Guide You'll Ever Need.
So my idea is to open up a theme park cakked "Dave World," which would
have a ride called "The Fall of Death." This will basically be a 250-foot
tower. The way it works is, you climp to the top, a trapdoor opens up, and
you splat onto the asphalt below like a bushel of late-summer tomatoes.
Obviously, for legal reasons, I couldn't let anybody actually GO on this
ride. There would be a big sign that said:
WARNING!
NOBODY CAN GO ON THIS RIDE.
THIS RIDE IS INVARIABLY FATAL,
THANK YOU.
But this would only make The Fall of Death more popular. Every teenager in
the immediate state would come to Dave World just to stand in line for it.