Would a Spilled Gallon of Milk Have Been Better?

Last night Paul got home late from a meeting and came and woke me up. "Do you realize that there is gallon of cooking oil spilled all over the kitchen floor?" No, I didn't realize. Apparently Paul slipped on the deadly trap and nearly killed himself. Now, this sounds like a very discreet way to get rid of my lovely husband, especially after being woken from a deep sleep, although it wasn't actually planned. However, when he proceeded to mop the floor using the mop pictured below and wearing only his gym shorts, I decided that he's a keeper.