My heater just committed suicide.

It went Pop! Sizzle! Flash! Fizz! Bang!
I went Holy Shit! And beat out the sparks that were sitting on the flammable carpet with a text book!

It then made some really ugly noises and then filled my bedroom full of smoke!

I kissed my savior, the textbook, then had to spend another five minutes pulling the heater apart to try and figure out what happened. My conclusion? It decided that life was no longer worth living. Either that, or the element was fried by the extreme amounts of dust that had gathered within my poor little heater's chassis.

Crikeys. This serves as a lesson to all people who have heaters in their bedrooms.

Make sure you have a text book handy to beat the living shit out of any flames that come pouring out of your depressed heater.