...this is cool.
Now that's what the internet is for. That, and tits.
When I was a little kid, my Dad came home one day with his van packed with boxes and boxes of candy bars. Seems a truck had tipped over and spilled its load, and Dad had stopped to help (people still did that in those days).
The driver was okay, and he told Dad that 'fukkit, all of this is now considered spoilage, and we just have to throw it away...take whatever you want'.
That may be why I'm not a very big chocolate eater, now. Boy, did we eat some friggen candy.