Eunice's financial excesses forced Stanley to make do with a cobbled-together travesty of an aircraft that looked like hell and flew erratically at best. Built entirely of scrap and bits of refuse, Eunice had scant cause to complain of any cost.
She brutally mocked his miniature creation whenever possible. "Off to fritter with your Rolls Canardly then? Daft thing can 'ardly roll along the ground let alone fly!"
The morning Stanley'd finally had enough, he crashed his beloved plane into the propane tank outside their home. He lamented the loss of his mechanical friend far more than he did Eunice.