The old machine, here pretty near as long as us, gave up the ghost, which generated, overnight, considerable removal dread and task avoidance fantasy. However, this morning we faced the monster, a thing seriously built in, including a floor excavated to accommodate our exceptionally low counters. Getting it out required removing trim (sawing, chiseling, prying), lifting the counter top (removing anchors, jacking up), and then heaving and hoisting (with a pitchfork using a big block of wood as a fulcrum), and a whole lot of yanking.