Well, actually mine was named "Auntie Tank", and my Ex's was yclept "Nick Schießen", but anyway...
Here in Hoosieropolis, there was a self-inflicted gunshot wound in the parking lot of Don's Guns, leading purveyor of fine firearms at MSRP+ to the segments of society that even the most rabid proponent of the RKBA can agree probably shouldn't have guns. Or knives. Or sticks. Or kids. Or oxygen.
Roomie points out that the "No Loaded Guns" sign on the door may have been a contributing factor, by mandating the finger-banging of loaded firearms in the parking lot in the name of safety.
I can't say I necessarily disagree; any time Ice Dog or Cletus is forced to mess around with loaded heaters, loud noises may result.