I look, oh that's cos it's on fucking fire, I jump up and run towards the TV to smother it the kids run out of the room and just leave me.
I'm like thanks kids, leave me to die.
I put the fire out. And get the TV outside.
The kids are now more scared of Final Destination than they were. And I'm just glad that happened when it did and not when I leave the TV on for the dog when I nip to the shop.