I have my own trouble with regular aunts, so I don't need the fire type. Take my Aunt Thecla now -- she drank six quarts of freshly made lemonade every day, no sugar, and it made her into the sourest person you ever met but I must admit that she didn't have scurvy even once in her 107 year alive. She once looked at a cardinal that was singing his little heart out in her backyard and that look knocked him down dead. Took 20+ years to clear it with the Vatican and a whopping big donation to Peter's Pence...bankrupted the family for prit near two decades. Or Aunt Elly, who became a nun and ended up teaching other nuns how to discipline the pupils they were teaching; she learned it from her great-great grandfather who was torturer-in-chief to some Russian czar or somebody. Or Aunt Helen, who flew helicopters for me. No, keep your fire aunts. I've enough aunts.