Our futon bed completely fell to pieces a week ago.
We had it folded up as a couch and the whole family was snuggled up watching something on the internet when it suddenly felt like the earth was moving out from underneath us.
Joni and I couldn't stop laughing, but Tom was furious it didn't last 3 more months. We carried the frame out to the dumpster (hopefully not offending observant Jews on Shabbat) and are now sleeping on the futon pad on the floor. Which is pretty much all we had when we first got married. Tom says we have regressed 7 years.