This has always been a bit of a family joke, years after it happend of corse....

My oldest brother had come home from football practice one day, and sence noone else was home, he decided to make some frenchfries.
After putting the greese on the stove to heat up, he decided to take a quick shower while it warmed up (our stove was a bit slow).
But the shower went a bit longer than he had suspected, and he jumped out of the shower at the sound of the fire alarm.
Now the day before, my mother had bought a 50 pound bag of sugar, and my brother grabed that, it being the first thing he saw...
Living out in the country, we had 2 neighbors down the road, so unable to quickly yell for help, he ran outside to get a water hose and put out the fire.
He then called my mother:
M for mom, G for Greg--
M-hello?
G-uh...hey mom
M-I know that voice...what did you do?
G-um...whats the deductible on our house insurance?
M-.....600, why?!
G-well, im sure we met that.
*click* and a speedy call to the fire dep. by my mom
60,000 to be precise.
But the real kicker was the black stalactites hanging from the celing....
But what really got my mom was that she thought she could at least save her skillets from the black mass that was onece a stove because they were under a large metal bowl. As she dug through(with a hammer) the black cotton candy, she found one of her best towls charred on the mess...when asked what it was doing there, my brother simply replied "its all i had on at the time!"

Clare