Don't underestimate the lethal power of weaponized groceries.
Took a buddy home drunk and 4 hours late one night. He knew she'd be pissed, so I stayed beside the trailer door until I knew he was going to be able to stay inside.
There was some ruckus and harsh words, and he came back through that door like a derby horse stung by a hornet.
As he blew by me and tripped down those factory made hollow concrete mobile home steps, a can of chicken noodle soup, just ever so slightly off its intended course, smacked the door jamb and sent shards of splintered cheap wood flying.
A few inches left and she would have gone to prison after the funeral.