A girlfriend years ago loved being handcuffed. I just left her handcuffs on my bedposts for convenience. Then one day I was expecting my parents from out of state, small house so I planned on giving up my large bed for the weekend, and they arrived about the time I remembered the handcuffs...
My dad died a couple of years ago and I miss him every day. He made it to 80 so I am eternally grateful for that. Cancer got him in a mere 9 months, so fast he was never in pain and barely realized how serious it was before he was gone. Not bad in my opinion.