the dresser-shaped clot in his brain.

This is the dresser that almost killed my husband.

Not from being trapped beneath it, oh no. Nor from being crushed, as it dropped from a 30th story window. No.

Rather, from the dresser-shaped clot that formed in his brain, over the 4-hour task of putting this thing together. The sharp corners of such a clot, are apt to get clogged in some artery or another, causing the head to... explode.

"I hope whoever designed this dresser dies of bubonic plague," says he.
"Sadly, it would be an insult to plague sufferers everywhere," I say.

A cautionary tale, internet. There IS NO SUCH THING AS CHEAP FURNITURE. You always, always pay.