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ok scenario....
Pan, has previously loaded dishwasher knives up. Pan's DW goes to empty that evening after a long day. She pulls out the bottom drawer sees the washer inadequately loaded. Goes "OH FFS*!" and decides to have a glass of wine whilst unloading. Having filled a glass she spills a drop on the floor on her way back to the dishwasher.
ENTER Pan.
Who walks over to Dw intending a loving embrace, but OH NO! He has slipped on the wine on the floor skidding hopelessly forward into a fall. He grasps helplessly for purchase, only grasping a empty pom bear packet on the edge of the bench that he hadn't binned earlier, and then THUD impaled.
*in the house of Pan they swear in acronyms