The first time EVER!

So, every night, Bud and I love to cook dinner together. Isn't he wonderful?? He always cooks the meat and I cook everything else. We love to BBQ and it isn't unusual that we do it every night. So last night was chicken thighs and drumsticks and we were so excited because it looked so yummy and we were very hungry. They were just about done so and looked awesome. Bud put them on the top shelf of the BBQ at that time to wait until everything else was done. He was on the phone with his little cousin as I was waiting for the rice to be done. All of a sudden we started smelling something. It smelt like melting/burning plastic. We both looked at each other and said, "what the heck is that". We starting freaking out and looking all over the place. I was looking all around the stove and kitchen. He was looking all around the TV and sterio. Finally we figured that it must be coming from the people upstairs, because, unfortunetly, smells sometimes leak through the vents. Luckly we haven't had anything to nasty come through.
I told Bud the rice was done and to go get the oh so yummy chicken and we'll eat. He walks outside and the next thing I hear was, "Babe? You said you liked your chicken a little crispy right?" OH MY GOSH! I walked out side to find that the BBQ had gone up in flames and our chicken was no longer oh so yummy looking. IT WAS BLACK. It had burnt so bad that Bud went to pick up a drumstick and the bone just crumbled! We couldn't believe it. Never, ever has he burnt ANYTHING. He always cooks with the burners on the side only and always on low. He is the BBQ Master! On top of that, we couldn't believe that it burnt so bad and it was even on the top shelf. Apparently this chicken was oh so very juicy because all it's juices must have dripped down and set it on fire. Our BBQ is just fine (thank goodness), but the chicken, well that was a different story. Take a look for yourself. We ate it anyway because we were starving and after a little picking and some ranch, it was just fine.