Also from Slashdot, news of a decomissioned Titan missle complex for sale. Amazingly, more than a dozen of these things were located in Arkansas, of all places. My dad's first job with rockets was working with them back in the early '60s.

A tale from my dad's endless archive (note! Entertainment only, factual basis always questionable!):

Sometimes they'd open the silo roof to do certain kinds of maintenance on the missle. Whenever that happened, they'd hang a big net under the opening to catch anything like deer, racoons, enlisted men, or other stuff that might fall in. It was almost exactly like what they have under the trapeze at the circus. All sorts of things still managed to make it past the net, so cleaning the bottom of the silo (which was over 150 feet deep) was considered the worst job on the base.

There was an airman I remember, named Ernie I think, who was always getting in trouble with practical jokes the officers didn't appreciate. One day a general arrived to inspect the site while the roof was open. Well, this airman saw him and started screaming how he (the private) was gonna end it all. "End it all!!!"

So this general turns around to see what all the noise is about only to watch this airman make a textbook swandive into the open mouth of the silo and disappear screaming. Of course, everyone ran to the edge of the silo, only to see Ernie safely bouncing in the net, laughing his head off.

From that point until Ernie left the base, he was a permanent member of the "clean the crap out of bottom of the silo" team.

An extra-creepy exploration of a completely abandoned silo can be found here.