During my last move I put my birth certificate, passport, and social security card into a large manilla envelope to ensure that I personally transferred it to the new place in my breifcase.
Needless to say, the desk that the items had been in got there fine, all the pencils, notepads, and other shit weren't even looked at. No sweat.
The manilla envelope with my entire identity in it?
Oh that I promptly fucking LOST and still can't find a year later.
One day the police will no doubt bust down the door and take me in for some crimes another jackass has committed using his "new" identity. That will be sweet, can't wait, I hear it's real fun proving it wasn't you from people that have gone through it...