Goodbye, TV

We have this ancient monster of a TV in our living room. It has to be at least 20 years old, and it's lived in this huge wooden entertainment center ever since we moved in just because it's too big to move no matter how ugly the entertainment center gets. Today, it randomly blacked out and has been stuck on standby all day. We read up on the problem. We coaxed it to come out of its coma. We pressed buttons. All of this was to no avail. Our poor, ancient TV was most likely dead.

Since my dad is going to California and my grandma is staying with us, she demanded that we either fix the TV or get a new one so she could watch her news, which is vitally important to her. My dad planned to leave around 7:00 tomorrow morning, so he set on the task right away. After tinkering around with various buttons, switches, and plugs, he determined that the TV was, in fact, dead. He had to remove it from the entertainment center immediately to be replaced by our smaller, though equally ancient (if not older) TV that hadn't been used in years.

This, however, is not easily done. It must weigh around 200 pounds and is probably three feet thick. My dad and his girlfriend had managed to coax it about halfway out and had my brother pushing on it to keep it steady when they reached a problematic situation. They couldn't possibly lower it to the ground without it a) crushing their feet, or b) falling to the floor and possibly into the basement or shattering itself in the process. Thinking of a hasty solution, they placed a footstool below the TV and laid the cushion from our chase lounge on top of that. They then proceeded to roll our dead TV from its perch slide-style. It was ridiculous:



The deceased TV now sits in the middle of the floor as we are unsure of what to do with it. Right now they're rolling it over to the wall, where it will probably sit for the next few months until we get tired of looking at it.