In a somewhat relevant incident...
About 10-12 years ago we responded to a "check on welfare" call (a check on welfare call usually involves an elderly person or a person with a medical condition and either a friend or relative cannot contact that person).
In this situation, the daughter of a man with a heart condition had called and was worried that her father hadn't answered the phone (she lived a few hours away).
We responded and didn't get any answer at the door. Fortunately, it was a 1st floor apartment and forcing the window and gaining entry was easy.
As it so happens, your's truly is the one that has to crawl through the window and open the door for the paramedics (me being junior man).
I was barely half-way in and I'm almost on top of the guy slumped by the window.
He was roughly in his 60's, about 300+ lbs, and was only wearing boxer shorts.
I had to crawl over him (he had obviously been dead for quite awhile), to get into the apartment.
After staring briefly at the 300+ lbs dead guy in boxer shorts, I couldn't help but notice his smallish apartment. No big deal but what really caught my attention was taht the place was stacked with boxes of ammunition that I had never seen the likes of before. If there was less than 50,000 rounds of ammo, I would have been surprised. It was everywhere!
Also in the apartment, were dozens of NRA and other marksmanship and shooting awards. Funny thing though, I didn't see a single firearm in the place.
Anyhow, the guys outside were yelling at me "what the f*** are you doing in there?" "Open the f***ing door!".
Since the guy was long dead, our job was done and we quickly left leaving it up to the paramedics and police.
Later on that day as I was thinking about the incident, I started wondering "what if the guy wasn't really dead and was merely passed out drunk". "What if as I was crawling through the window, he woke up, panicked thinking I was a burglar and drew down on me... this guy (hungover/drunk or not isn't going to miss).
Anyhow, the amount of ammo he had and the way he stored it never did and still doesn't bother me... and I'm a full-time firefighter with 22 years on the job.
"Improperly stored ammo" (by MA general laws or fire codes definition), rates up there with cats stuck in trees as far as I'm concerned.