Back in the 80s, my dad bought a TV from Crazy Eddie. That night, he set it up, laid down in bed, hit the remote, and... the thing exploded. Naturally, he took it back to the store, and the guy told him, "Yeah, that's the way it is with those TVs. They either explode or they last forever." So the guy gave him a replacement. He brought it home, set it up, barricaded himself behind some furniture, cautiously hit the remote, and... it worked fine, and still does.