Explosion!

Yes, indeed, my father almost blew the house up. Not really. But he did attempt to fix his coffee machine on the kitchen counter like a Feynman badass, coaxing it into making some whirring noises and then eventually exploding with a distinct anti-climactic lack of black smoke. My mum jumped up as the bang and flash came, running to the kitchen asking "did it kill him?". She sounded hopeful (!?) But, alas, my dad lives to take things apart in future days.