I've got one better when it comes to Ol' Yeller.
When I was in First Grade it was time for Christmas break. As per the usual, those last couple of days teachers don't really know what to do with the kids because the kids aren't focused and all they want to do is go on Christmas vacation/wait for Santa. The last few hours of the last day they decided to load all the kids into the cafeteria/auditorium to watch a movie just before the buses were to come pick them up. Kindergarten through fifth grade are all piled into the big room, where the stage is dominated by a giant movie screen.
"Yay! We get to watch a Disney movie!" The buzz was palpable. This was well before the days of VCRs, Laser Discs, etc. Disney movies, for most of us, were limited to Sunday evenings and the Wonderful World of Disney, as well as the occasional Apple Dumpling Gang movie at the Sunday matinee with our parents.
The movie they chose? Yup. Ol' Yeller. Who in their right mind would show that movie to a whole bunch of 5 to 11-year-old kids just before Christmas? When the big scene was over you could barely hear the movie over all the bawling. I've been traumatized ever since, and to this day I refuse to watch it.