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Our landlord had sold the apartment we lived in, and decided not to tell us until we only had a week to move. Instead of making a stink, we did oblige as good tenants.
One of the last days, we were cleaning up. I went to clean the stove (note I am NOT a domestic Godess of any sort as I am about to prove). Parently, I turned on the burner. My husband had about 50 ties on the top of the stove ready to be brought to the car.
Yup, fire alarm went off shortly there after as they burst into flames. Didn't go up all the way, but were burnt into at least two pieces. This was 10 years ago, and my husband STILL brings it up on occaision.