Inspiring title, no?
When I first visited my in-laws' house in Maine, I noticed that the stairs were VERY steep. More ladders than stairs. Wowza.
At the foot of the stairway was a gun cabinet. (! ! ! )
I had never even SEEN a gun cabinet before. I was a nice, suburb-raised girl. No guns for me. Just mafia. And they conceal.
Anyway-- it occurred to me that if you accidentally TRIPPED down those stairs, you would:
1: break your neck, legs, and possibly other body parts
2: slice your arteries and muscles on the GLASS FRONT of the gun cabinet
3: be SHOT.
So you'd be thrice dead.
Those east coasters like to kill you DEAD, if you know what I mean.