Death by Christmas decoration

Yesterday, whilst out shopping in the evening, J and I stopped for a bite to eat at the Bullring. We sat in the cafe admiring the enormous and intricate neon stars suspended above the open-air thoroughfare, before noticing that they were swaying quite violently in the wind, the metal cables which hold them in place looking worryingly frail. J turned to me and said: "They're a 'Six Feet Under' death just waiting to happen". I'll be walking down there with care in future - as much as I'd like to meet the show's cast, I'd rather not do it encased in a wooden box.