How does this shit happen to one person?

Soon after we got our house, about three years ago, we were getting ready for bed. I was laying on my side and Jason decided that the room was too cold, so he sat down 0n my side to shut the window. The frame broke. Literally split in two and we went sailing to the floor. We had to put the mattress and box spring on the floor and sleep on that.
NO ONE believed us that that was how it happened. Not even our parents. Everyone thought we had been been getting it on, because a wooden bed frame doesn't just SNAP. We got grief for months.

A few mornings ago, we woke up in our water bed, and Jason commented that he must have been sweating in his sleep really badly, he was soaked. We got out of bed and looked down at the drenched sheets. Oh crap. We frantically pulled the sheets of to discover a nice big hole in the water bed.
What the frick? We had just been asleep! How does a water bed just POP while you're asleep? We've had the cats on it (not by choice, they sneak into the room). We've had the 80 pound dogs on it (who break in in the middle of the night and decide the time is ripe for a cuddle). And it never happened. We were just laying on it and it sprung a leak.
Who's going to believe THAT?

(oh, and for the inevitable random first person to answer, "Well I sure don't, you horny slut!", pissoffanddie. That is not the point of this exercise.)