Many years ago, when I used to drink (far too heavily on this occasion) my last memory of an evening was ringing up my Godmother to see how she was; powered by a kind of drunken momentum to say hello to someone I love.
I didn't remember anything about the conversation, only that I got up from bed with a pounding headache and thought no more of it. A few days later my godmother phoned me up:
"Do you remember what you did a few days ago?"
"I think I phoned you up?"
It turns out that while she was talking at length I had passed out from the booze. She had spoken for some time and then I hadn't replied. After some time, finding the call strange, she hung up and picked up, only to find the sound of silence; my room in which I had passed out. This was unfortunate as she had quite a few phone calls to make and she was effectively blocked from doing so. Presumably at some point I came back to some kind of consciousness that was capable of putting the receiver down and staggering to bed, but not capable of remembering. Thankfully I was forgiven and suffered only the punishment of wry disapproval.
So yes - as a young man I accidentally DoS'ed my Godmother because of stupidity and Stella Artois.