The sky is falling, The sky is falling! OR: The Catalyst (UPDATE)

Well folks,a decision has been made for me as far as which path The RagDoll (My '51 Ford truck...see pic over in the side bar) is to take. I have been tossing around the idea of chopping the roof , but just could not bring myself to decide. At midnight I recieved a message from above. Literally. It seems that the beam going across the center of our garage decided that it had had enough (..and the skyy came tumbling, tumbling doownn!) , dropping a fish tank, tire w/rim, large kennel and a couple of bins right smack on top of my truck. The 50+ year old windshield is toast, I have no idea what my hood looks like, and the gods only know what the other side of the truck looks like. I see a roadster pick-up in my future. I think that deep down in side, I wanted to cut it up,but I really did not need this kind of revelation. (UPDATE: It looks like I fell ass first onto the hood. Nice dent in the middle. Good thing that I have a nicer hood for it, and I did not put it on already. Nothing else on the body is damaged. And guess what,NOT A DENT or splinter on Hubbys truck!) The WORST part is, there is wiring for the garage light on this beam, as well as the garage door opener. How the hell are we going to get the garage open now? The bins, tank , boxes etc can be taken through the house, but how do we get the F1 and the Panel out of there? How are we going to get that damn beam replaced, and why did it splinter? Oh joy. Can I just say right now that I had no idea what in the world was going on when this happened? All I heard was a righteous crash. I thought maybe the big dogs were having a demolition derby in the garage, or some drunkard was trying to park his car in our garage (while the garage was closed and full). I'm sure our neighbor had the crap scared out of her as her bedroom is right behind our garage. I would have preferred to blame it all on the dogs. At least it would have been an interesting explanation. This sucks so badly on several different levels. I'm going to go crawl into bed now and await the migraine I know is looming on the horizon. Right after I take a few swigs of rum. Got a little Captain in ya? UPDATE: Took a really good look at the damage this afternoon. There were no supports for this beam. Where it splintered was right at the garage door opener. I think the stress of the door opening and closing finally took it's toll. (The picture is after hubby secured the beam with a strap.) Hubby's truck got the better end of the deal. A few places where the paint was chipped off and the passenger side mirror is toast. Both not big deals either. It is inline for bodywork and repaint, and the cost of the mirror is negligible. It's not like it was a custom one off piece or anything. So tomorrow, it will be repaired and improved. I am thanking my lucky stars that is sounded much worse that it seemed. *Trying my best to look at the bright side.* Floating around in my brain right now: " Now I'm on a roll And I swear to my soul Tonight I'm gonna paint this town So bring me two pina coladas One for each hand Let's set sail with Captain Morgan And never leave dry land Troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said good-bye to her good timin' man " Get it ooouuuuut!!!!