I recently found that at least 1 member of staff has been sleeping in the office. Any specific examples to batter them with

Overnight - looking for an example ending something along the lines of "and he leaves behind a wife and 2 children"

Hey, you're getting an unpaid security guard over the Christmas Period! As A Kurdziel says - probably not covered by fire risk assessment. If alarm codes / motion sensors / lights on then could activate or have the neighbours sending round the police to have a wee look about the premises leading to some difficult questions for the person involved. "er...I work here...." "sure you do son....and you often have a sleeping bag at your desk eh...committed to your job no doubt...I think we jaunt to the Police Station is in order sir?"

In a particulary P.O.ed mood with the savages today

Nimble - beyond health and safety it is clearly unacceptable for people to sleep in offices, its beyond anything that would ever be in a policy. But in terms of worrying colleagues, lone working, security, image and reputation? But if you have stuff in place about security and fire safety they could be sent packing on those basis alone. (what is the plural for basis...?)

I would simply trot along to the person's line manager and/or HR and have a quiet word along the lines of "Did you know fred/bert/algie is sleeping on site - as a caring employer perhaps you would like to offer them a cuppa tea and a chat to see what's up" then walk away with your halo intact. Not an H&S issue, operational/personal/personnel issue Jim

Conduct a risk assessment. hahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahhahahhahhahahah sorry - been a strange day. By the way I sleep in the office most days and no one seems to notice.

Reminds me of an incident involving an old house mate from years ago when I lived in a shared house. He got his first job as an office junior in a merchant bank in the City. They had their Christmas party at the Savoy every year on a Thursday night and it was standard practice for everyone to go back to the office and sleep under their desks rather than struggle home across London. After one of these parties he woke in the early hours feeling unwell, having obviously over indulged the night before. Making a quick dash to the nearest toilets, he flung open the first cubicle door and threw up. Clearly still under the influence, he then realised that the noises he could now hear, where coming from his boss, who was asleep, on the toilet, trousers round his ankles and now covered in vomit ! This was followed by another quick dash back to the sleeping bag under his desk and wait to see what happens. The next morning his boss was nowhere to be seen and nobody heard from him through the day. When he came in on the Monday morning, he apparently said he felt unwell, so got a taxi home and spent the day in bed. So my housemate got away with it.