OK. I just have to share this story. I drive 300 miles to down east Maine to hunt, and was scouting a few weeks ago and met a gun smith who just opened shop there. Real nice guy relocated from NC.
So as best I can recall, a guy comes into his shop and says his gun isn't ejecting right. Now I didn't ask if it was a pistol or rifle. But the owner failed to mention to the smith he had recently started reloading himself. So the smith gets hold of the gun and eventually test fires it with provided ammo. firs shell ejects but he can't locate it. So he fires another, and either the bolt or the slide blows apart and all but severs his thumb completely off.
He decides he won't stay conscious to drive to the hospital so calls a buddy for a ride, and the guy asks why on the phone. He says "I blew my thumb off" and his buddy says "I'll be there in a while." Evidently he thought the smithy was kidding. While waiting for his ride he got bored and took a picture of his thumb.
So a few days later he's all stitched back together and has a cast on his hand all the way to the elbow, and decides to do some light duty work. So he's grinding a small part on the bench grinder holding it in an extremely awkward position, and smells something burning.
Investigating, he finds the sparks lit his cast on fire.
Which he promptly tore apart to get it off his arm.
I don't care who ya are. THAT'S funny!