Well, it's a rather silly story, actually, but, um. One year at Thanksgiving my best friend and I, er, had a bit of a mishap with a can of cranberry sauce and the stove and, well, we were mostly sure we got all of it cleaned up, all except for the ceiling, and neither of us wanted to see for certain if we had.

So we just, er, decided that whoever looked first would be the one who had to clean it up, and since then we've simply...never looked.