Well, in 25+ years of steady gigging I've managed never to damage an instrument...until now. On Friday night, one of those really stupid things happened and here you see the result. Our guitarist and I have developed a habit whereby at a set's end, he'll hold my bass while I get my stand set up, with never an issue. This particular time, we didn't quite make the transfer and it fell face-first onto the stage. Neck snapped off at the heel, back loose from the ribs in a couple of places, and the soundpost put a crack several inches long in the back (didn't fall, though). A couple of deep dings in the top. Wonderful. The Wife, consumate partner that she is, was out the door and on the way to get my Azola before I even picked the Cleveland up. Wish I had the $$ to ship it home to Arnold for repair, but as it stands, it'll be going up to Ronald Sachs in Atlanta on Monday.