Once a man bought himself a house. He didn't have much money, but he believe in the power of appreciation and made the investment. This house was a real fixer-upper. The paint was peeling, the door hinges squeaked, the roof leaked, and the entire thing smelled of cat. He bought the house under the table, to keep inspectors from messing with his transaction - he would make it safe during the restoration.

However, he spent most of his money on the house and couldn't afford to keep renting his apartment, so he was forced to move in. One night, a strong gust of wind blew the house right over, killing him nearly instantly in the collapse and teaching him, too late, the value of a thorough safety inspection. On the bright side of things, the demolition nearly doubled the lot's value.