Over the last few years, two of our refrigerators have chosen extremely inconvenient times to go out. I mean the sort of really bad time when it's most difficult to obtain a new one. Prepare a mug of glorious, lovely hot cocoa, then put your feet up and get comfortable, because there's some stories ahead.
(I mean, unless you're the sort of person who's easily grossed out by things. Then don't get hot cocoa, because I'll be complaining about spoiled food and describing it in depth.)